Ode to the Woman in the Bikini Top

Something I wrote a long time ago that I dug up and decided to post.

Oh, to that woman in the bikini top,

The one who made my jaw drop.

The way she danced across my eyes,

The way she shook her thunder thighs.

And all watched, from kings to common folk.

The way she walked,

The way she talked.

The way she made the concrete bulk.

And to which ever friend convinced her to go out that day,

Dressed in the absolutely skimpiest way,

To them I say,

"Bravo," for never have I seen the moon roll away.

And to those ladies of whom I speak

The ones who have "juicy" written on their a*s cheek.

Please stay inside today,

Its to hot to go out anyway.

And this is my ode to that woman in the bikini top.