Tuesday, September 13, 2011


My heart would be hung up , way up on the clothesline,
my body would cling to a slinky bikini,
oh baby, me and you, just us, now thats fine.

The wind prevails, sexy and southern, white rum smooth,
And while we bob our heads to the happy rhythm,
you carry me, fair, to the small, straw top room.

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoyed this.
    I hope your fantasy soon fulfills itself. ;)
    Love, Choi.