Her Little Pink Bikini Poem by Bryan Alexander

I picture a beach
beautiful and pristine
but unremarkable
except she is there
letting the sun
rain warmth all
around her
the waves break
harder and higher
and its almost like
they are trying to touch
her to hold her
if only for a second
I grow jealous
as the suns rays
caresses
her tight soft body
trying to learn its secrets
her movement is like a dance
a ballet of
suntan lotion and lemonade
and shes gone
I wish she had stayed
but it would be selfish of me
to try to keep something so
perfect
as my own