October 18, 2014

 

 

And strangers came from afar,

to bathe in the relaxing Spa,

where all life’s stresses cast aside,

re-moisturising skin, where

sun-oil,  sat and fried.

And fake tan; blotchy,

in bursts of amber,

hardened lily white softness,

dancing the samba.

and ran in streaks

towards ankle bones.

A sight no ‘man of taste’

condones.

 

 

 

 

 

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