Purple Speedo Man

Strolling right beside me,
he's kicking up the sand-
his body buff and bronzed,
red flip flops in his hand.

He's sporty in his cut-
offs, with a sexy, manly stride.
I grin at my friend Sandy
(who sits gawking by my side.)

The heat from this Adonis,
(can't be chilled by chewing ice)
and leaves me scheming how to have him --
choosing 'naughty' over 'nice.'

I peek above my ray bans,
perusing perfect thighs-
then wander up his body,
stopping at his steel grey eyes.

The eyes whisper "catch me,
girl, catch me, if you can-"
he winks and lets his cut-offs
slide slowly to the sand.

Embarrassed that he's caught me
I giggle, smile, then sigh-
and quickly glance back to my book
with no place left to hide.

He turns and jogs into the surf,
oh God! He's ripped and tan-
Have mercy! What a derriere!
On purple Speedo man!

Rising above the crashing waves,
he turns to flash a grin-
then shakes his golden curly mane,
and dives down deep again.

My mind begins to wonder
and wander every stride-
he's cast the spell I'm under,
with peak contracted thighs.

He waves from his Miata,
and gives a Cheshire grin-
then brakes to yell "tomorrow,
you can catch me here again!"

High five to my friend Sandy,
our books tossed in the sand-
as Fabio pales when compared
to purple Speedo man!

Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher