Dark Side of Oakleys
Dark side of Oakleys.
The black, short linen dress,
floats and careses her thighs,
a moition so sweet!
In the eveloping heat.
Fine african beads,
dance loose on dark skin,
caress the breasts above
from a heart beat within.
She sways, and he staggers
In a moment he stands
amongst all the sand that has
fallen, and crumbled off
the sandcastle Man.
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2022
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