The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath
the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This
cast a dappled shadow across her
Which
touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The
straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While
white cotton confined her young breasts
The
cotton of her dress hid her figure
It
billowed around her, fitting only
Where
it touched, her young body a mystery
A
vision in white causing men to stare
As
a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting
her form for us all to see
Everything
exposed by the summer light
Set
all men’s pulses racing at the sight
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