ON
THE BEACH
Their tushies wiggle when they walk;
Their voice is
warming when they talk;
Their looks can
stun you like a hawk,
hunting for
her prey.
Their breasts
are ripe as fresh picked pears;
Their head is lain
with perfumed hair;
Their skin is
tanned with perfect care,
as painted with a
brush.
They raise your
hopes as they glance over;
And send a scent
like honey clover:
But treat you
like their doggy rover,
begging for
a treat.
Alas its time to
close my eves;
And use my mind
to fantasize;
Cause with
dreams I can devise,
a maiden
who is mine, all mine.