There you were,
Soft white hair bleached by sun and bleach and peroxide,
Your smooth skin looks soft from only yards away,
It glows with health and sun,
And I am only yards away,
You yawn, and stretch,
And languidly turn the pages of a sunscreen-smeared Cosmopolitan magazine,
I’m reading Cosmo too,
And I’m rereading,
And taking notes, and
One day we’ll meet and chat;
I’ll already have something to talk about,
Thanks to my Cosmo,
I can tell you all about,
“75 Crazy-Hot Sex Moves”,
I hope I don’t forget any.