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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.
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.
Published 4th Apr 2023
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4th Apr 2023 8:14am
Don't know if you know about Classical mythology, but Cathy could be the goddess Diana aka Artemis, and the writer could be Actaeon who looked on the goddess while she was bathing, was caught, turned into a stag and hunted down to death. The Biblical lust-love story of David and Bathsheba also started with a man's furtive watch of a woman bathing.
