i'm sorry for flicking on flood lights
while you stole a swim last night.
it's my fault that
your clothes are now soaked
from dressing in a hurry to hide your hiney.
but, darling, you must understand.
yesterday, the image that ran
through my mind last
was your stark white ass.
you, then, should apologize.
you've scarred my eyes.
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not that i ever would,
or at least not yet,
but he probably thought we were gone
about this we could most likely bet
now, i'm not one to point fingers
and come up to you and say 'hey',
but you did participate in the run
from the breakers to the bay.
but now that i think about it,
wasn't that the other way?
and virtually surrounding you along the entire way,
was a sea of bold and adventurous naked dudes!
and you're trying to tell us
that mr. anonymous skinny dipper was in some way rude? :)
runner#5552 (fully dressed, btw)
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