Hot Roast On Kevin Lauer

Ocean waves, ships like us, and your spandex swimwear was an atraction for any girl, not in the right state of mind. It was Tahiti, 1998, no, it was "1999" and thats why "Prince" wrote the song..... Over that hot, hot summer- my 1960's vintage swimsuit, black and white; floral with clashing purple and pink swimskirt. People saw me coming a mile away and looked so fasinatingly, at top portion, black and white vintage suit, water, sand, Oh, what a beautiful day. Yes, The waves when two passing ships meet, that sizzling night on the 23rd of July 1999. The beach was crowded, buns and sun and hot man flesh everywhere, But I thought of you most, after seeing you near the shore. After all, there was more to you than most in that spandex spedo you wore so willingly and I not to willingly at first. Perhaps it was the sun that day as I could not stop my following stare of your deirerre, as your eyes peeled off my black and white vintage swimsuit- flowers on the sand, nearly completing the reasoning for all things in life. Or at least I thought so that new morn after. I've thought of you so, in many fantasies and some times I dream of being something famous, where you would consider my love for all time true. I dream of the surf, that rigid, pounding of the sea.. You and I, vessels. Yes, ships- we have met, and shall again My Love. I dream of you deep in the night, I wake up in night sweats, and have to clear my head, (My only ecognition as I open my eyes was the sizzling summer In Tahiti was it 1999, or perhaps it was 2001 for the nights are long yearning to see you once more. You in your spandex bikinis, me in my black and white vintage wet wear, and Dear Kevin, perhaps that is why I am a writer today. To be somebody to you- special! Will you ever think of me again? Do you truly care for me and me only? Kevin... Kevin Lauer~*! ............................................................................now I'm changing my bed.