Who, Me? Frisky? - Poem by Denis Martindale
Summer sizzles scintillate
And casually accelerate
The inner workings of romance and such...
Daily dreams of naughtiness
Can overwhelm the haughtiness
Till suddenly we're lost with just a touch!
The beach invites us near
And so we lose all fear
And in a mad embrace love conquers all!
(What happened next was gerrrrrrrrreat!
But I can't tell you, mate!
Suffice to say that we both had a ball!)
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