RACE YOU TO THE SEA

(Not autobiographical.)

It was down by the sea
I noticed her beauty.
It was her bikini
That left more to see
Of her curvy body.

I gestured, with hands free:
“Darling, come to me!”
“I’ll race you to the sea”,
She answered, cheekily,
So, promptly, she did flee.

A neatly tattooed bee
Peeped from her rear at me.
She untied her hair free
With one hand, deftly,
As we ran to the sea.

In time I grinned, “Hee-hee!”
“Oh, you have gained on me”,
She said, surprisedly,
Then slowed down suddenly
As our feet met cold sea.

Still running speedily,
Reaching in front of me,
I caught her wrist quickly
But unexpectedly
She lurched hard against me.

Colliding awkwardly,
The impact easily
Pushed her into the sea.
A mumbled “I can’t see!”
Roused my manly pity.

Shouting, “Ah, I’m sorry,
This wasn’t meant to be”,
I then stooped gallantly
To haul her out the sea
And turn her round to me.

“Are you all right, Marie?”
I asked concernedly.
“I’m O.K. now, Johnny.”
Was her reply to me,
“I don’t now feel dizzy.”

Smelling of sand and sea,
She kissed me graciously
And firmly embraced me.
“You’re a hero, Johnny –
Why don’t you marry me?”

I got down on one knee,
Holding her hands firmly,
And asked insistently,
“M'rie, will you marry me,
Become my bride-to-be?”

French-like she called “Oui, oui!”
(She had French ancestry,
Which she cherished proudly)
Then wrapped her arms round me,
So firm and squeezily.