Fox
I remember
The long blond locks
The spray thrashing off the waves
Sky so blue
Your eyes
Wet suit hanging low
Limpies for me
Shredding on your board
Fox is what you were
Never changed
Just hotter
And here you ar
Still a fox by far
Stretch those strings
Give me some Clint
Gaze into my eyes
Your eyes
Gorgeous
Such a fox
The way you talk
Walk
Oh yea, what a fox!
Copyright © Ronda Aldridge | Year Posted 2007
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