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
Lol! What a delightful write! Love it! My pc has a mind of its own today - probably angry at me because of what I write about her. She won't let me review - I hope this one goes through. Beautiful, beautiful write, Ronald!
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Regis
God bless,
Sandie.
cheeky you :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Thanks for making me giggle on a blue Monday morning!!
Love Tinka
Ron
Take care,
Sherry
So full of smiles and sensuous joy!Bravo!;-)
Eileen