She was of the wood

She was of the wood wild and free,
arms out stretched faint hairs
beneath her arms to match
golden tresses reaching down
her  back to emphasise
the dark between her thighs
adding to her modesty . . . .
if she knew the word.
Her world  free of guilt
she is of the earth
takes at leisure,sharing
the wild-wood and fields,
pixies and all who come this way;
‘Take eat this is my body
take drink  your fill
but not a morsel more.’