We took the little hike through the woods
To reach St. Leonard’s pond;
She said she wanted to swim in it,
Without any of our clothes on.
The only naked girls I ever knew
Were in a forbidden magazine,
My parts which made me different from them,
Had never, by a girl, been seen.
But there was just no stopping her,
As she quickly got undressed;
When I eventually achieved the same,
She could easily see I was impressed.
She smiled at her effect on me,
Then ran towards the water;
I waddled due to my infliction,
Until I finally caught her.
We swam and floated next to each other;
Our bodies, sometimes touching;
The sparks ignited inside of me,
I could compare to nothing.
We did much more than swim that day,
As the sun crossed the summer sky;
I never found again in life,
Something to make me feel as high.
St. Leonard’s is now a Nursing Home,
I don’t know if the pond remains;
But, a skinny-dip in any other lake,
I’m sure, would still make me feel the same.