Father and Daughter

I swam, back then, with some father's daughters,
Back stroking only slightly out of touch,
Out to the raft in the starry waters
And never thought of their fathers all that much.

Alice, don't judge me till you're fifty-five
But there were midnight visits to "Ice House Pond,"
In my misspent youth, when I was still alive,
Where couples would strip, and swim and then bond.

And Alice, this I know for sure is true:
At seventeen we both were born to be free
But 'cause I'm your father and I love you
Please consider this seasoned advice from me:

As you lust for life avoid the crudity
But don't miss occasional sponti-nudity.