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What are you waiting for?
While the sun flares upon a sparkling beach
Beneath a cabana of flowing cloth she’ll wait
Sips of a Margarita moistens hungry lips
Thong of white painting loves gate
Pink nailed toes inhale the breeze
As gentle winds tickle fine stomach hairs
The elixir subdues her busy mind
Chasing the worries, and all the cares
At last her bronzed slave approaches
She knows for her beck and call
When she’s done he’ll tremble
For her will demands his all
Oil me up is whispered her command
Miss not a spot or I’ll surely scream
He begins as she turns over
Blind that this isn’t his dream
As drops of oil fall in beads
Over a body God didn’t waste
Excitement pressures Bermuda shorts
Her passions wishes could taste
Two strings drop and her bottoms bare
As Tan lines reflect upon his solar lens
With hands of strength he massages in
Oils of passion as his mind pens
He doesn’t suspect her mind at all
Or her wish to only tease
He knows not of the man she loves
The only one who could ever please
Turning over displaying her charms
He rubs her over, his thoughts are thick
Placing her tiny feet upon his chest
Away she says as she gives a kick
As she rolls over and air-cools her buns
She has one last sip and a teasing giggle
Thoughts of bananas brings a smile
As into place her body wiggles
