In the dying light on the windswept
shore I gazed at her picture,
imagined her there
on the sandy shore
beside me
just like in her picture,
just like in her picture
laying on the sandy shore
the very image of beauty and pleasure,
the very image of beauty and pleasure,
and myself getting up
in my bulging swimming pants
in a rush to take them off
and give her what my heart and flesh,
what my heart and flesh could offerm
for in her picture,
in her picture
she was the very image
of beauty and waiting pleasure,
the very image of beauty and waiting pleasure.
16.08.2025
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