The Beach

I watch you,
Bounce up and down,
On the sand,
In your jean shorts,
And, bikini top.

Your breasts,
Jiggling inside,
Your bikini top,
As you smile,
And your sparkling white teeth show,
It takes me a while.

Then you say,
'Sup to me,
A look I pay,
To you,
As your breasts jiggle,
And your wet, dark sexy hair,
Sticks to you.

You tell me not to
be nervous,
As your wet body,
Rubs up against mine,
And you tell me they won't
laugh at us,
And you take my hand,
And place it on
your jiggling ... tan line.

As we flirt playfully.

A face always
looks so sexy,
With wet hair,
And your laughing
puts me in a daze,
To place my hand on your breast, so teasing,
And you say 'Sup,
Means you care.

I get turned on
by your denim shorts,
And bikini top,
It's like
you want to make a statement,
While all the same,
A modest sentiment,
About your body,
Come out on top.

And, you laugh in glee
and your breasts
bounce and jiggle
to impress me
so you look and act your best
your skin so smooth, no ripples,
To entice and excite me,
Could this be a prelude?
To something more sexy,
After the sun goes down,
You want me in ecstasy!