I could not stop
Spring turning to summer,
Shirts came off
She was exposed,
An island souvenir
From my winter escape
I refused to explain.
I took her north
Over my heart,
A small gesture
Considering her
Generosity.
A tawny beauty
At home on the sand,
A mystery to me.
My only regret,
I dare not return.
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