Ripples glide smoothly along the glassy surface. The reflection of spring, Upside down And glimmering. A duck swims, Sailing through parting waters, Sending subtle shudders That caress the Lake with tingles. She shivers as he waddles, Stroking Her sultry palate, And peaking Her appetite For duck. He moves with such nonchalance, For it’s not his first time, Tickling his Goddess With his flippers flapping Into Her cooling tides. She coos with delight At this reverent act; Such simplicity of nature Yet profundity of service. The duck continues cruising Through his Mistress’s caverns, Knowing just the way To make Her ripples widen. He quacks and paddles, Stirring Her deeper Into quivering choirs: Just loud enough to hear But subtle enough to miss, The splashing between coincidental lovers Placed divinely into one another. We all thought the duck was after his female counterpart, But there’s no other duck waddling in sight. We most certainly were wrong, for The Lake has now broken out into song. Sending undulations of Her current across the whole pond, Making it impossible for the duck to depart or abscond. He continues diligently paddling faster now. I can almost see a bead of sweat escaping from his brow. And his Mistress is splashing sweet bubbles of thrill, As another bird enters and calls out with a trill. “Oh my, this is exciting,” I think as I lean back on the bench. Who knew this trip to the Lake would make my pussy clench? Watching all the excitement of the duck on this Lake, Other birds getting to watch, feeling their own lusty ache. And the water, 'oh so wet,' and Her tides 'so wide' If only I could set up my very own slide! To plunge into this passion And hold my breath while I do. Igniting more pleasure for the duck and his Lady loo. Alas, I must sit and watch this elegant play, Drenching my panties with longing on this fine spring day. Imagining myself as the duck then as the Lake. Not sure which position my switchy self would rather take. I look back now to the Lake swirling right into an eddy, She's pulsing now, so open and so ready To finish this afternoon off with a great big wave And cackle in laughter as it displaces Her steady slave. As She does, the duck bobs, gasping for air. He’s done it again, Satisfying his Mistress while swimming without a care. As the last trickle of Her ripple reaches me on the dock, I feel we’ve all met and have swum as one flock. When a final quack escapes the duck’s parted beak, What we thought was innocent swimming, becomes the most erotic scene we’ve seen all week.
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