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Outstretched there, on the golden sand
Heavenly body, must give her my hand
Trying to reach her places with lotion
As she laid on the sand, there at the ocean

She didn’t know me, nor even that I saw
Her problem persisted, though nary a flaw
She just couldn’t reach the places on her back
That the hands of this man could surely attack

I went over to ask her if I could assist
She squinted at first and then told me this,
“That would be great, can you really, please?”
With a smile on my face, I fell to my knees

We started to talk there, for so many hours
Even when leaving at the beaches cool showers
It seems she grew up in a neighborhood not far
So I offered to take her home in my car

Hesitant at first, but then she complied
She gave into persistence, so I gave her a ride
I pulled to a block I knew from my past
Then in front of her house, my stomach sunk fast

It seems that this angel, this beauty, this queen
Was someone I knew, but never had seen
She leaned into kiss me, when I then pulled back
At the fear of then having a big heart attack

See, the house there I knew, I’d seen once before
Belonging to an aunt, distant, with contact no more
The girl then, logically, was a cousin of mine
I then cursed the world because she was so fine

The moral of this story then translates to be
Don’t talk to any stranger you happen to see
Be careful, assess, ask questions, then be quite sure
If you’re kissing a cousin, it’s not quite a score.


No, this never happened, but imagine - ooh!

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