Board shorts of blue
Walking among the pebbles and
Matching top
Rocks that fell to the elements.
Both blue.
She trods back and forth
Is that her color?
Swaying her hips to the
Is it just what she felt?
Tune of seduction
Is she ok?
Knowing she’s a thief
Is she a slave?
The boys don’t mind
A slave to represent that which she walks close too
Nobody does
Or is it that THE outfit
Footprint there then gone
The attraction one
Because she’s a drop from
Lesbians spy her viscous
Whench she came
A widowed lady of 1809.
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