Utopia

 

Year-long sun not too hot,
A breeze to cool bare skin
Golden sands and azure sea
The sound of a mandolin.

No need for clothes
Bodies not concealed
We are all nude
Physiques  revealed

No work to do,
We're at our ease
Sport, read and rest
Just as we please

We can pair up
And have sex
All are willing
No one objects.

In this magic place
There's no need for strife
There is all we want
For the rest of our life.