dozed off thinking this:

Sunny beach. I am watching
a nice hollow left peel
with Indonesian perfection.

(CRUMP)

LL glides up. She’s not
wearing much of anything.
That’s OK with me. Coconut drink.
Plumeria blossoms in her hair like
white kayaks shooting a molasses
waterfall.

“Hi, honey,” she smiles like
one thousand swans spreading
wings.

“How would you like a neck rub and I’ll
read you that article ‘Tectonic
synthesis of the Olympic Mountains
segment of the Cascadia wedge’”

...in that gorgeous, precise
sexy contralto voice, too.

Man..

Olive Jonesy!

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