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Spilt Suntan Oil

Late afternoon, September sunbathing, total privacy  
High back chair, facing the shore, our secluded beach house  
   
Salty breeze, a hint of coolness, then sunny warmth  
Gulls, the lap of the empty shore, rhythmic and timeless    
   
Daring suntan, bikini removed, towel handy  
Coconut refreshing, spilt, warm oilness spreads everywhere  
cry  
   
Wandering daydream, sensual feelings, fantasies arise  
Boys of summer, back seat kisses, love in the dunes  
   
Fingers resist, then relent, tracing goosebumped skin  
Petals blossom in the early fall sunlight, sticky nectar  
   
Pink rosebud, open fully, your secret garden blooms  
Tips of fingers work their magic, nipples brushed in concert  
   
Soft deep breathing, fallen into total fantasy, soft whimpers  
Tingling becomes climax, swept away with shuddering thighs  
   
Clink, clink, your eyes open slowly, then you smile a wicked grin  
Look at me blushing, playing with my empty mojito glass  
   
I pucker my lips, a large wet cube, then motion with my finger  
Time for you join me, let me cool you down, head to toe
Written by LeColonel
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