Walking through the woods in the morning.
Dew is still glowing all around.
It is a peaceful morning on the trail.
The birds all sing their songs of joy.
There is constant rustling in the bushes as I pass.
Small animals rushing from my view.
They hide as though I were a predator.
They have nothing to fear from me.
I have my sights on a very different type of prey.
As I pass over the crest of a hill,
I catch a glimpse of my targets.
Below me is a small waterfall.
It flows into a secluded pool.
As I slowly approach with stealth,
I see two dresses laid out upon the rocks.
One is green, the other dark blue.
I slowly creep to my usual hidden spot.
From there I can see most of the pool.
My heart races, where are they?
Then I spy the raven-haired beauty.
Her ginger companion is not far away.
I am engrossed by their beauty.
I watch as always from my hidden spot.
They play like two water sprites in the pond.
Playfully teasing one another with their splashes.
The ladies appear to be a pair of nyads.
I watch as the play gets more serious.
One catches the other and they melt into a kiss.
The raven leads her friend towards the blanket.
As they leave the water,
Their bodies glisten in the dappled sunlight.
She positions the ginger perfectly in my view.
As she kneels between her friend's legs,
It seems she is looking straight at me,
As she buries her face in the ginger's sex.