It was long past dusk,
and all the stars were bright,
the water was a shimmer,
in the graceful moonlight.

Her family had been empty,
their gold all lost at sea.
Her mother died at a young, young age,
and nothing came for free.

The years rolled by as she became,
a simple tavern maid.
But the food was always far too scarce,
with the pitance she was paid.

And so her father waited,
until the girl matured,
as he began to make a plan,
so his needs would all be cured.

He auctioned his daughter's beauty,
as the bidders began to fuss.
And as his plan evolved,
he sold her to their lust.

The highest bidder was cold and cruel,
with a wickedness to his grin,
and those about who guessed his mind,
were positive it was sin.

But within his home he was strong but good,
and he had but one request.
For her to bathe within the lake,
and to slowly come undressed!

The sweet young lass could hardly take it,
with orders such as these,
and she begged him to revoke them,
upon her bended knees.

The young Master laughted both deep and hard,
at her innocent, sweet plea.
"I shall revoke them but on one condition,
that ye are obedient and loyal to me."

And so the pretty lass agreed,
as she filled each tedious command.
But from her mind never escaped,
the memory of his first demand.

As time went on, a strue slave was born.
Her heart was a fire to meet each soft request,
but never did he ask again,
to see her virginal breast.

Some nights he would smile and taunt her,
with glimpses of his soft skin,
as she stroked his back each night,
while visions of gentle passion danced on within.

Finally she could take it no more,
as they spent one eve by the lake.
She came to gracefully offer,
what he was oh so willing to take.

Her viel flotted in the wind,
as her gown fell past her breasts,
drifting into the cool crisp water,
she knew that this night was blessed.

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