Girls laying out,
a sight you can't forget,
oily and shiny,
see the beads of sweat.

Laying on her stomach,
she's not trying to hide,
Confederate bikini,
strings untied.

Hair *******,
she gives it a shake,
decides it's hot,
takes a dip in the lake.

Glad I'm from the south,
all hail that flag,
swaying her hips,
with so much swag.

Rubbing on lotion
that SPF thirty,
a smile and a wink,
she's feeling flirty.

I hold up a glass,
full of margarita,
she sashays over,
one hot seniorita.

Sun freckled face
breaks out in a smile,
gives me a kiss,
that drives me wild.