Standing under the hot sun The sand of the beach singing melodies of tingling to my toes I watched your summer body as the sun kissed it Running away from the waves of the ocean Your curves and edges bounced Speaking volumes of your succulence You were happy and full of life Turned a few heads in your direction You became the reason for many erections I didn't mind None of theirs will feel your warmth The sun can kiss your body I'm the one going to kiss where the eyes of the sun cannot reach Young Woman You were not made You were carved You were not created You were built God had nothing to do with your creation He is too conservative to create such a gorgeous weapon of mass erection Damn!!!! ABSOL