Adapting To the Good Life - Or
Schmooze me darling, my appetite is rapt.
Drinks with umbrellas - a tropical freeze.
Cruise for teal blue waters whilst I adapt.
Shrinks the mainland - aims towards* coconut trees.
Muse takes the wheel - island adventure mapped.
Winks his erotic eye - how wild the seas.
Weather for sailing - no longer a wreck,
Tether me, baby, to your wafting deck.
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