Jane and I were sitting next to a small river yesterday
We were idly watching the infrequent punts pass by
Most carried the usual loads of tourists looking bored
But one attracted my attention as it had but a single passenger
A girl of tender years wearing a green summer dress
She was accompanied by an impossibly handsome punter
This rather agreeable girl was obviously in love
And this was betrayed by her reflective body language
A smile a rigid lower jaw hands on the knees thighs subtly apart
Leaning forward leaning back hand in the water hand on the punt
It was an enjoyable theatre and I could see that the punter
Was aware of her actions especially the more erotic ones
Then they faded behind the trees that hid the rich gardens opposite
This put me in mind of my early days with Jane when we visited a pet shop
I was looking at a tedious puppy when I noticed Jane stroking a beautiful rabbit
From my station I could see up her dress and it was obvious that she was naked
Without being fixed I looked for a while enjoying God’s bounty and fell in love
Although I could not determine the state of the river girls under dress
Her body language was mostly playful and the punters eyes seemed full of light
It was as if cupid had been at work in this magical city once more without form