In the Lucerne field
just beyond the hedge of the berry trees
she takes my hand
and her eyes is more blue than the sky above us
where she watches me
from under a straw hat
with some of her blonde strings of hair cheeky hanging out
and her hand is soft in mine
while she smiles
and I tremble right up to my lower body
where she stands right against me
and her arms go around my neck
and I am caught, enticed
when her lips open soft and hot under mine
and that kiss does awake things
and I see that some of the buttons of her blouse is open,
her glance does follow mine,
she hits in my direction that I must swerve out of the way
and then she dares me
to swim with her
naked in the tributary
and she leads me right up to the stream and I think
that I am dreaming
when she removes all of her clothes
and I follow her with my thought at that time pious
where we splash and play
with the cold water streaming down her body
and suddenly with horse hoofs thundering
we see Gabriel with a weapon in his hand
and do escape into the bushes
while he rides past, does gallop into the distance,
with hearts beating wildly we stand close to each other
and her arms stretch around my neck
while she holds me tighter and I am astonished,
notice her lovely breasts, how they get hard big nipples,
her soft fig with its double fold
and there is something strange to the way that she looks at me,
when her glance goes down
to the part of me that stands erect
and we are well hidden when Gabriel passes again
with astonishment, caught in passion and pleasure
we walk into the adult world.
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