Virgin Waters

Of waters in view of enchanted eyes,
Rising up yearning to touch the skies,
A vision up close to a yonder site away,
As depth and perception come out to play.
A make believe land for the roving heart,
At the end of the quest to disembark,
A lovely sweet scent of homey in the raw,
Reaches to the loin of a limey so enthralled.
A finding of the rarest beauty untouched,
In love with the charms of nature so much,
She dances and plays and sings and smiles
With her skirts up high to the wolf beguiles.
Little does she know about the heart of man,
An alien to her world from a different clan.
Beware little girl by the way you dance.
You are much more than a hungry glance.

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