When the world was young and I was too

I dreamt and hoped that they’d come true ,

but the stark world of reality

could never match my fantasy.

One day beneath the boiling sun

I did my chores and longed for fun,

but as I dreamed of Joan and Betty

I only got more hot and sweaty.

On days like this our little farm

became a hell and lost its charm.

I threw a corncob at a mouse

and dragged myself into the house.

What I wanted at this hour

was an ice-cold drink and a cooling shower

and all the steak I could consume.

I heard voices in the living room;

I peeked in and saw a holy sight:

the prettiest girl clad all in white—

a summer dress; she was sitting there

with dimpled cheeks and golden hair.

I stood in awful indecision—

should I retreat or approach this vision?

With straw-strewn arms and a holey shirt

I looked as if I'd rolled in dirt.

My mother saw me and called, "Come here

and meet my friend and her daughter, dear.

This is my old roommate, Edna Green,

and Sandra who is just eighteen."

Sandra focused her laser eyes on mine

and melted me into turpentine.

She spoke and I heard music playing:

"You've been working hard; have you been haying?

You know, it's always been my dream

to walk in the woods by a country stream."

I stood there mute, but not by choice;

the sun and Sandra had stolen my voice.

"He'll give you a tour," my good mother said,

but hers, who looked somewhat too well-bred,

admonished her daughter, "You'll be a mess.

I don't want you to ruin your pretty dress."

"I'll be careful, Mother," she quickly replied.

"She won't get dirty," I quickly lied.

A moment later I was on the stair;

I jumped in the shower and combed my hair.

I changed my clothes and gulped a drink

and was back as quick as a roué’s wink.

Her mother was still going on like mad,

implying that I might be a cad.

My heart went dropping through the floor,

but Sandra headed for the door

and said, "Relax, we will be fine.

We'll walk the straight, we'll toe the line."

We heard her mother harp and complain

till we'd walked far down our tree-arched lane.

Then Sandra's smile spread charmingly,

and she said, "Thank you for rescuing me.

Sometimes she makes me so darn mad!

Don't you ever wish you could just be bad?"

She said, "Come on," and held out her hand,

and we skipped across the fertile land,

and our feet never touched and we chanted a rhyme,

and I wished we could skip till the end of time.

I began to feel a little tense

as we approached a split-rail fence.

"I can't climb it," she said.  "I'll dirty my dress.

Please lift me up and we'll have success."

I placed my hands on her wasp-thin waist;

my heart played a tango as we faced

each other.  I lifted—light as a feather—

and swung her up and over.  Together

we went on our way, skipping and singing,

and all the bells of nature were ringing.

We neared the woods and came to some bushes

that threatened to block our way and our wishes.

They might tear her dress; there'd be consequences.

We had to come back to our senses.

We paused and thought and leaned on a bough,

then Sandra said, "We won't be stopped now

because of my dress.  I'll take it off!"

At that moment I urgently needed to cough.

She turned her back and said, "Unzip me."

Now God was kind enough to equip me

with steady hands, but now I fumbled;

my fingers tingled as I bumbled,

touching soft fabric and then soft skin.

Was this the start of a monstrous sin?

I gulped and finally I found

my poise and her dress slid to the ground.

Underneath it all she wore were scanties:

a scanty bra and scantier panties.

As I tried to keep from staring

she said, "Well, since I'm being daring

you must take off some clothing too

and give each of us an equal view."

My shirt and pants soon joined the pile

and we resumed our walk, this guile-

less maid and I in a rainbow world,

with the songs of birds and leaves that swirled

to a gentle breeze, in a glorious dream,

and at length we came to a rippling stream

with millions of water-drops parading.

Then Sandra said, "We must go wading."

The stream caressed our eager legs.

She whispered softly, "This water begs

to bathe the rest of us, so let

us lie down."  "We'll get our clothing wet,"

I said, "at least what's left of it."

But that sweet girl said, "Not a bit."

And with moves of a dancer, graceful, deft,

she doffed her clothes and stood there left

with a golden body and golden hair.

I saw Aphrodite standing there.

I uttered a prayer for my shaking soul

and joined her in the water hole.

We lay in the water side by side,

caressed by each other and gentle tide.

Her rosebuds blossomed as I walked each finger

up her golden hills where they paused to linger.

I recited lines that were none too clever.

She said, "I wish this could last forever."

But after a while we ran to dry

ourselves, until stopping, panting, high

on each other we stood face to face

in a magic time and a magic place.

A gentle touch and then a kiss,

and then we entered into bliss...

or would have but she cried, "Oh, no!

Look at the sun; I have to go!"

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When the world was young and I was too

I dreamt and hoped that they’d come true ,

but the humdrum world of reality

could never match my fantasy.

But still, sometimes, they merged together

in autumn mist or stormy weather.

That's when I sought my private lair

to caress the panties hidden there.