A Fair Wind

A Fair Wind

Sitting on the boardwalk and watching the girls,
All the skimpy outfits make my head swirl.

Summertime sun must free their libido,
Cuz their barely covered bodies are straining my Speedo.

With a sway and a twirl, every one is a flirt,
But, I especially like the ones in the thin, little skirts.

Minis in a fabric that barely covers their booty,
Makes each of the strollers look like a cutie.

When the ladies parade with their pretty thighs bare,
A man would have to be a saint not to stare.

On the beach the sea breeze will constantly blow,
So those tiny light skirts lift and put on a show.

When their dresses fly up, pretty panties it reveals,
And the sexy madams make guttural, bedroom squeals.

For many, the lingerie is skimpy satin and lace,
And the quick glimpse offers a come hither taste.

Sight of well rounded globes and thongs cut real low,
Drive every man his seeds to sow.

The sexy undies displayed by the breeze,
Are worn with the intention of the audience to please.

A glimpse of pink, black and red will stiffen my snake,
While flower designs and cameltoes my breath will take.

One time is a fluke, but a second flash,
Is like holding a sign saying "I might be trash."

When that panty signal accompanies a come-on grin,
I'll approach and do my best her heart to win.

So every day the summer wind is blowing,
To the boardwalk miniskirt parade I'll be going.

Because when the lifted skirts are flapping,
That night I hope some pretty to be tapping.