Antipodean Visions

It's just the campfire and me
And some lonely cans of IPA
With a wild breeze blowing away
The embers into eternity...
Which is where they damn well belong
Because who needs the extra fuel  
Until Christmas needs to burn a yule
Hotter than a tropical sarong,
Which is ever at my forefront dream
Of Indian maidens at the beach
On tranquil nights just out of reach
Yet well within Luna's golden beam  
Showcasing an amorous sylph
Who may or may not be a milf,
Yet I would have her either way
If only I had her leave to stay!