Strolling
Sauntering
Down the tropical alley

Her eyes are soft, rounded
Hidden well behind her sharp thin shades
Her hair is black and bouncy
Framing her gentle chin
Those lips deep burgundy
In her cone, soft-serve, strawberry
Her tongue licks it over and over,
You wished it was you, secretly
Her dress is airy
Flowy and flowery
Smells like those daisies
Perfect for showcasing her beauty

She’s steady
She’s ready

She’ll make you fall if she may
And she’ll **** for a pay

And her eyes are on you
Behind those shades of blue
Her eyes are on you
In between those strands of hair, blown by the wind,
She will use that Girl Mini, her words will be the last thing you hear, as her muzzle touches your skin,

“Bonne nuit, mon rayon de soleil.”