Cooler Corona incognito
No glass on the beach
red solo cup full
lime in my hand
as I salt the rim
beckoning beach

Spume on the waves
Head on my beer
I just stare
at bikini girls rear.

While it is hot
and my mouth was dry
the scene is enough
let salivation fly

Sweet fluids tasted
in the honeyed flow
souls entwined
and spirits glow


thirst quenched.