Concealed By a Bramble Bush

Concealed by a bramble bush, Fixated to her tight swathe. She takes a little look around, Then peels off her clothes to bathe. Standing there with just a pink panty, The small of back had perfect dimples. She hesitated for a while in the cool breeze, That kissed her skin to form goose pimples. Hugging herself, she dipped a toe in the water, Then performs a shivery dance. My eyes made love to her beauty, My body succumbed to their romance. She turned to the side as if walking a tight rope, And skimmed the water surface with her foot. I saw her perky mountainous breasts, And almost let out a coyote’s crying woof. A goddess, a picture, and artists dream, Every man’s vision of heavenly thighs. I stood unblinkabley mesmerised, Thinking “Thank you for my bramble bush disguise.” This is how I met my second wife, Jane, by the way And love her with the same passion as that very day I found out later that she was the sister of Glen Who is my close Imaginary friend *I think I killed the end for you all :-)