Bikini Booty Babe
By Handsum-Hart

Why do you keep coming over
To my ocean-front house
Wearing sewing-thread-thin bikinis
And rubbing your tanned body against mine
Begging me to go swimming with you

I‘ve told you before
My schedule won't allow me
To spend my days, smacking you
On your bikini clad booty
And chasing you into the ocean
And swimming after you

You will never see me swim
Unless you stick out your hands
And let me use them as a diving board
And dive heart first
Into the pools of beauty
Sparkling inside your eyes

Then you can watch me swim
Underneath your pools of beauty
Until I surface in your oceanic soul
And there I will gladly spend eternity
Smacking you on your bikini clad booty
And swimming after you
Using my patented love-stoke

© 5-14-2005
Ronald Howard Moman