The Nymph

A perpetual smile, 
Inviting, but enigmatic
It played on her lips.
Her eyelashes fluttering
Strands of wet hair
Neatly falling
From shoulder down
Covering her 
Irresistible heaves
Her bosom bare
Flashes of skin, 
Milky white
From under the water, 
Peeping mischievously
For those to see
But what’s this!
Couldn’t miss
A dark patch,
A mismatch?
No, no very slight
Somewhere in 
The voluptuous middle
Left deliberately
Almost temptingly
The bends, the curves
Hedonistic pleasure served
Her oomph,
A perfection
Is she the one,
We had read of.....
The nymph 
Of an idyllic world
Gorgeously lying
In a bath tub
A bit spread out,
A bit curled?

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