The Writer

a real mermaid of the sea
She’s walking down that beach
looking straight at me

in the sunset

into the waves, She runs
a heavenly body
the firmest of buns

in the sunset

I know I’m a sinner & She ain’t no nun
I’m weak in the knees
I think She’s the sun

In the sunset

it must be the heat
wild, wet and horny
I can feel that beat

in the sunset

it’s the best of my days
I kiss her, madly
“Bravissimo” She stays

in the sunset