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Beachy poetry



On this sweet June day, a poem inspired by my recent trip to Lanzarote.


Famara


Skin crisp as

that time we drove

down winding roads

wearing nothing but

bikinis the air 

smelled of freedom and

sunscreen


I remember getting thrown 

around in the whitewash

waves crashing on the sand

I screamed with joy

ultimate happiness is

this

right here


I lost my bikini top

to the ocean

the sun dried my body

crisp with salt

sand crawling everywhere

hair full of waves


got the car started

celebrating everything

music loud singing

all the way back

home through

the long desert roads


windows down

wearing nothing but

bikini bottoms

the ocean took my top

officer

and I've never felt more free

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