Treasure Island

Charles Hancock


Beautiful Women and Dog Days


I hit the beach running
Shapely babes are sunning
Oiled up so they won't burn
After a while, they turn

Skimpy swimwear does abound
Makes me want to hang around
Cut-off jeans, bikini, or a thong
I can gawk at them all day long

The afternoon sun and heat
Tops shed by the indiscreet
I love to see titillating tan lines
Jiggling bosoms and round behinds

Beautiful women and dog days
Laying there in the sun's rays
Oh what you do to me
Fruit of the forbidden tree

It's ever so hard to say no
My head swiveling to and fro
But I know where my heart lay
I may look but I won't stray

Submitted: Monday, December 03, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 03, 2012

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