Lewd poetry

Sitting down on the chest I read it again skipping the first part but could only blush slightly at his misguided attempts at flirting with me.

Her hips too wide, her curves too sweet,

Stuck in the stone, where the shadows meet,

Her habit pulled tight, her blushes a flame,

Yet something within stirred without shame.

…Not like I did that on purpose…

A hunter came by, with lust in his eyes,

Drawn to the sight, of her tempting thighs,

He watched as she wriggled, her body so fine,

Trapped in the stone, a vision divine.

"Ughhh..." I wasn’t used to flattery especially not as a girl. Feeling kinda awkward, I shifted in my seat , unsure whether to be offended or just embarrassed by the imagery.

His hands roamed free, as he knelt by her side,

Feeling her flesh, where she couldn't hide,

She gasped at the touch, but did not protest,

For deep down, she longed to be caressed.

Definitely not true but I could feel my face burn remembering the moment, the heat rising to the tips of my ears. "Did people really write stuff like this?" I thought, fidgeting in place from secondhand shame.

“Well… that’s enough poetry for today.”

It was clearly addressed to me as I doubted there had been another nun in my predicament.

It nearly felt like he was flirting with me but I dismissed it as the hunter teasing me for getting stuck in the wall.

This didn’t happen in the original or maybe because I am alone this time around a different event got triggered. Putting the letter aside I took it with me as potential evidence of molestation of a nun. There was no name at the end but now I at-least knew that he was a local hunter.

The problem is I didn’t know the townsfolk much as while I had done a couple errands down at the village those were mostly just picking up stuff and bringing it to the monastery type of errands with occasional smalltalk at best.

From my estimate there were roughly 300-400 people living here so it could be considered a slightly larger village but compared to your average town of 15k-30k this area was as rural as it could get with at-least a dozen hunters in this community alone and other small villages not being that far away either.

So I didn’t know much and could only roughly narrow down his identity as him being a hunter might not even be true.

The Abbess had recently put me on confession booth duty something normally reserved for senior nuns and priests, it was likely for preparation as she expected I would need the experience for my pilgrimage.

Maybe I could use that opportunity to find out a bit more.