A Norman Lindsay Etching : 24 lines of Blank Verse about a sensual romp in the British woodland.
Rubenesque females of indeterminate ages
disport themselves with unashamed abandon.
Their smooth, naked flesh in marked contrast
to the hairy goat legs of their male companions
whose genitalia lie perversely limp
as their busy fingers test for mammarian ripeness.
Sinfully innocent eyes ignore the rough groping;
instead, lazily gaze directly into mine
as if I was the object of their interest
or the perverse perpetrator of these indelicate attentions.
Am I witnessing a woodland orgy?
