Draped in dawn
With pots in hand
She walked miles
Towards the small pond
With pots in hand
She walked miles
Towards the small pond
Where she let her pots sail
While she casually undraped herself
To perform her rituals
While she casually undraped herself
To perform her rituals
Camouflaged behind the trees,
Eyes glued to the expectant scene
I waited with baited breathe
Eyes glued to the expectant scene
I waited with baited breathe
Savouring the flimsiness
Of the tribal beauty
As she revealed more
Than she concealed
When the water stroked her greedily
Slurping her fissures
I stood green
With envy
Slurping her fissures
I stood green
With envy
When the tautness of her ripe breasts displayed their magnificence
As she played with the lotuses
My libido raged
As she played with the lotuses
My libido raged
Blissfully sanguine,
Her mahogany skin shining
As she waded out of the water
Draped in rawness
Our eyes met
Unmasked finally
Her mahogany skin shining
As she waded out of the water
Draped in rawness
Our eyes met
Unmasked finally
As the blush deepened her skin,
Modestly she tried to cover
With a smiling tinge
Modestly she tried to cover
With a smiling tinge
Emboldened, I raced across
Taking her without resistance
By the velvety algae
Taking her without resistance
By the velvety algae
Draped in dawn
She returned that day
And still returns to me
Till we embrace dusk.
She returned that day
And still returns to me
Till we embrace dusk.
©LR
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