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| Pacifica Love |
Inkless wells
On a sandy south Pacific shore.
A salty breeze
Cooling a hammock in Palm Tree shadows.
Rum and fruit and ice.
Your tanned belly pierced rises and falls slowly,
Curly blonde hair frames sun kissed face and smile.
No alarm clocks,
No cell phones,
No deadlines,
Just me and you
On the Isle of Pleasure.
For Sunday Scribblings "Pleasure"
3 comments:
There is no pleasure like the South
Pacific. Good choice:)
You certainly have to experience it to write about it. Exhilarating. Sharing it makes it even better. Enjoyed the visit.
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