Cathy

Cathy, the woodland queen,
A vision of beauty, serene,
In the forest she finds peace,
A world where worries cease.

But come Sundays, she'll roam,
To the river, a second home,
Her skin kissed by the sun,
In the water, she has fun.

Her curves, like hills, rise and fall,
As she surrenders to nature's call,
The sun caresses every inch,
Her beauty, a temptation, a cinch.

And I, an onlooker from afar,
Captivated by her body, a star,
My heart beats with desire,
For Cathy, a passion, a fire.