Familiar Beauty

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!