A nudist camp's "Come-as-you-are"
Was held at Trump's Side-Saddle Bar
There was just one hitch
To Donald Trump's itch:
He could not make Stormy in par!
There was a mean, old alligator
Who chanced upon young Master Baitor
Both of them noted
Pheromones floated
When traipsing by came May B. Layder
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
The bluest ocean I've ever seen
well in some spots there were shades of green
The Oceans apart from life's dreary breeze.
I'm talking about the Florida Keys.
I was young last time I went.
I remember the time I spent.
The blue skies , blue waters and all.
It's so picturesque, I recall.
I like to swim in waters blue
clear as glass just looking through
Coral reefs I saw so clear
as the fish swam ever near
All the sparkling oceans view
compliments the shade of Blue.