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| The Forest Pool |
| by Myself |
| Music Now Playing: Athair Ar Neamh |
| She stands there beside the forest pool, All clothing scattered on the ground. My love prepares to take her dip In a place with woodland sound. Naked now, as she calls to me, "I shall be just a little while." Her foot steps in the cool waters there, As I gaze upon her loving smile. She swims around the little lake, Looking just like Eve, In that first day of Paradise, With no worries to weave. Her long red hair is soaking now, As she stands and looks at me; A beauty of the rarest sort, Which I am blessed to see. My love rises from the forest pool, A vision to behold; Like Aphrodite many years ago, Of which stories have been told. She lies there naked along with me, On the blanket ground; While we make love in the early morn, In a place with woodland sound. |
| Copyright @ October 2001 Graham S |
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