LA BAIGNEUSE

Up from the bathing pool she rose,
water running from head to toes,
as with effort economy
she climbed its steps resolutely.
Hoisting herself by the handrails,
best foot forward with well trimmed nails.
Her arms and legs were of firmness
for one fit like the Great Huntress.
Her mane a downward back-flat tail
upon her body, naked pale,
appearing, in my viewer's mind,
to be reaching for her behind.
(A good base for an hourglass,
I thought of her hips and round ass.)
Her breasts hung, like a pair of fruit,
high at front of her birthday suit,
bouncing, as she climbed steps, lightly,
their nipples, like eyes, roll slightly.
Bikini shadow, front of thighs,
triangular and of neat size,
stood out below her navel round
on tum that showed no excess pound.
"Oh to be young and of firm flesh",
said one to adult life not fresh.
"Look at what she's got before her",
went a gravity-strick murmur.
"Where we are now, there she will be;
About her let us be happy",
Said a third woman with great sense,
"And hope she'll still have confidence
to enjoy swimming as we do
when she reaches my age too."