My Handsome King

My Handsome King Your royal palms gently wave at me each time I see you, I have to blush each time they do. Your sugar white beaches moan for my feet to greet them each time we meet. My feet move to the beat of salsa when they remember you. Your gentle breezes caress my hour glass hips each time I run to you. They rock me like a baby when I sail over your bright blue waters. Your bright moonbeams create a halo around my head as I shake my long golden hair to say hello to you. They dance around like a drunken gypsy with the sparkly stars up above as I take my midnight stroll with you. Your regal art deco buildings of pastel stand at attention, every time I dream of your streets of gold. Your sun's rays of warm glory tickle my bare breasts gently as I rest my body on the safety of your heavenly sands. I humbly bow my head to you with honor, for your sweet whispers of hospitality have overtaken me, my Majestic King of the South Beaches. Miami, you are my handsome, winter friend.