All the pretty honies had been so out of reach.
And now they had finally reopened the beach.
Nothing today could go wrong.
The honies were looking so hot in their skimpy thongs.
He was so thankful for his two eyes.
So that he could look at all these beautiful honies.
Underneath the blue skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saw once so many most of them looked into my eyes and said to me winking come and see no thongs now on beeches virous says to viewing action only come and see NO THONGS please lol poeter