Leaves rustled and hot winds blew
My shirtless chest glistened in the hot sun
While men's strong backs strained against dock and lift

And as I walked to water's edge
Your naked form would rise to greet me
Those haunting eyes, full ******* and wanton hips
Beckoned me, "Come to me Sir.  All that I am is yours"

Yet she was a spirit, a nymph
Not meant for union with mortal men
So as my arms parted cool waters, I heard her cries
"I am so sorry Sir" as she disappeared forever into the depths