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Click hereOne day on a beach quite out of reach
Of the public eye
A lady fair, lay sunning there
Beneath the sun filled sky
Being so remote, she thought that day
"It surly can't be wrong
To remove my scanty little top
And wispy little thong"
Reclining there, without a care
Her hand caressed her middle
With thoughts of a lover long since gone
She gave herself a diddle
On that beach just out of reach
A snake made presence bold
Giving itself a little shudder
It thought "Damn, that water's cold!"
"I need to find myself a place
Where I can warm my blood"
It was just then that the lady fair
Gave herself a flood
Heat seeking tongue flickered quick
Sensing heat with its reflection
And so the snake slithered himself
Off in that direction
On her back the lady fair lay
As her rubbing curled her toes
She didn't see the snake up slither
So lost in passion's throes
Oblivious to her finger's dance
The snake stopped between her feet
And put his face so close to the place
Radiating natural heat
In her mind's eye the lady saw
Her lover remove his face
And push her legs up and open
Sliding his manhood in its place
At that same time the snake had chose
To make his headlong dash
And thrust himself as deep as he could
Into her hot moist gash
With a loud gasp, she lifted her ass
Satin muscles clenching tight
Trapping the surprised snake within
And causing him to fight
Panicked the snake began to squirm
In that wonderful cave so hot
But as he wiggled, shook and twisted
He hit her Grafenberg spot
Without even thinking the lady reached down
Grabbing the snake by the tail
Proceeding to plunge him in and out
And crying a joyful wail
With a sudden gush her juices did rush
All over her thrusting hand
And with a final cry up towards the sky
Shot the snake out onto the sand
Without hesitation or reservation
The snake slithered off short of breath
Having no idea how close he had come
To the icy cold doorstep of death
The moral of this poem if it has one
Is not meant to vex or annoy
If you go to a beach
To touch where your fingers can reach
Make sure you bring your own toy