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Beach Play
I lay beneath the mid-day sun
Trying to perfect my golden tan
From the corner of my eye
I see the silhouette of a man
Though the rays shine above
I catch a glimpse of his smile
Imagining the sound of his voice
Wishing he would talk with me a while
Wind fingers gently touch his hair
Oh so teasing they do play
Perhaps my thoughts they took to him
For he is walking now my way
Hello Miss he says to me soft
Would you care for a swim?
As I place my hand in his, I know
It's time for romance to begin
~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-20-05
Trying to perfect my golden tan
From the corner of my eye
I see the silhouette of a man
Though the rays shine above
I catch a glimpse of his smile
Imagining the sound of his voice
Wishing he would talk with me a while
Wind fingers gently touch his hair
Oh so teasing they do play
Perhaps my thoughts they took to him
For he is walking now my way
Hello Miss he says to me soft
Would you care for a swim?
As I place my hand in his, I know
It's time for romance to begin
~THE FLOWING PEN~
11-20-05
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Beach Play
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