a study toward sonnet #1,335 by FisherKingKQJ
(ccxx)
We spread the large beach terry towel as tight
As we could, balling, heeling searing sand
Dead flat below each billowing corner and
We smoothed smooth anchors printed blue on white.
Each compass corner sunk with things at hand,
Our rucksacks east, west thermal flasks, to fight
Assaulting breeze puffs; that sun glaring grand,
Like visors our sunglasses swung down sight.
Her turn to oil rub my white bordered back,
She playfully stretch pings my bandeau strap,
Like, I just pinged her pants up her own crack,
Like, just a bathing suit, old friend, the flap?
She goes, you've got such golden suntanned skin,
My cutaway's fine crotch against her chin.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 skin
o $10,000,000 hide
o $10,000,000 pelt
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