Blasts of blazing rays warm the beach while people lay listening to sizzling summer beats.
Even if the season has not arrived, here summer is always alive.
Muscled- lean men make their way through the surf,
carving through the water like a sculptor’s hand.
Light glistening off their bodies enticing my thirst as I pass by.
New ones come to check the scene. Bright red eyes hidden beneath black shades.
Regretting last night’s fun as their whiskey breath haunts their brains.
They should have been here with the early morning sun.
Now, the wind will hinder their fun.
Bright bikinis leaving most bare.
Young men glancing admiring what they think is under there.
Up above planes fly by.
All inside new adventures do they ride.
In the distance, a misty haze blankets the bathing beauties.
The sun’s rays shower the sand.
Out beyond exist so many shades of blue that they make me think of all the beauty too.
People play. Smiles wide.
Plastic cups filled with liquid ready to fog their time.
Bare backsides bring about spanking sounds
Dirty old minds even filthier than mine
So many gather for so different reasons.
Old friends return to meet again.
Decades past that they feel went real fast.
Yet their laughter will always last.
Leathered men in speedos clad winking with a smirk as I run by.
Chiseled abs throw around a ball by the sea .
Tattoos half seen makes me wonder what is hidden underneath.
What guilty thoughts are overwhelming me.
My poor calves succumb to cramps but my mind is greedy and refuses to hear their rants.
It is the beach that all this thrives.
It is the beach where summertime forever is alive.
© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill
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