On schooner passing Santa Margherit, A subtle sunset breeze was there to please, I do recall the magic made complete, Was view of suntanned you - and yes - those knees, Your perfume choice; your sultry white rum voice, You hear my pleas in sundress undress tease, You know my heart and how it doth rejoice, Imagining the will of birds and bees, But knees; thy knees! Between the two of these, I found a way to bliss I dare not miss, Brown thighs to softly kiss and gently squeeze, They led me to this place I reminisce, Not Keys, Belize, not wondrous Seven Seas, 'Twas Heaven that I found between your knees. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Beautiful. And, amazingly vivid. ❣️
Beautiful....a swell of memories. Thank you.