The Atoll

Salvatore
Soon well be sundried flaky tomatoes
In our own sweat cooked no preservatives
Gianni
Its blindingly clear weve got nought to do
Else but directly stare at blazing sun
Paolo
Our clothes embrace our bodies theyre sewn on
Gianni
Tight as a homosexuals just as wet
The cheeks invite the eyes like it or not
Paolo
I know the faghag heiress socialite
Dee very well from summer holidays
Intentional hurt is not her cruel vice
Shes joyous and generous and slightly naive
Salvatore
Since when was Dee a dildo visited?