whispers blending with wind
morning sunrise smiles again
rustling leaves, muted flute
pacing sand dunes, barefoot

thin fabric masking her eyes
white chiffon hugging her thighs
peach, wet lips, humming tune
lovely beat, not stopping soon

motioning her hand to come
i certainly oblige like a lamb
giggling we walk a distance
happy thoughts holding hands
…would you mind having breakfast with me?

… puwede ba sa “bakers crust”

hmmmm….tsssup

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