Florida Girls Girls in Florida summer
strut with long legs that never end,
reach down til tan toes brush fine white sand,
goes squish beneath rubber sandals,
pre-fabricated slavishly a thousand miles south
pre-fabricated as the girls themselves,
but apparently they are aesthetically pleasing.
Long legs that never end
until they touch pelvic heavens,
wrapped in a bikini bottom that looks so soft
draped upon blooming buttocks,
abdominal muscles tightened that they not protrude,
but lay stretched straight up flat
until breasts,
shapely warm mammaries built mindful of
the fit of lustful hands,
outstretched prostrate begging to grab all they can,
and poignant nipples that any tongue would love to race round in glee,
tragically hidden by a brilliant bikini top,
tied teasingly in a knot upon a long bony back,
now face
the face
rests haughtily on the neck,
basks conceited in the sun
which beats lustfully down
rays flay skin with cancerous envy,
Relegate the imagery to the depths of fantasy.