THE STRING BIKINI MAN...by b. Malin
THANK HEAVEN FOR...STRING BIKINIS!
I went down to the Pool today, and there stood this Man...
This defiant looking Man, wearing Dark Shades,
And not much else on...Except for a Black Silk String Bikini!
It was Barely, just Barely, holding his Manhood in Place.
The Women, Oh the Women sitting around the Pool,
Were Fanning themselves, beads of Sweat were forming.
One looked like she was starting to Drool...
While two others quickly jumped into the Pool!
The Men, Oh the Men, looked in Distaste...
As they tried, Oh how they tried, to suck in their Waists.
All the while Bikini Man just stood his ground and stared.
I wondered what it would look like Wet...Dripping Wet.
He must have read my thoughts, for he jumped in the Pool.
He swam back and forth...He really looked Cool.
And then he emerged from the Pool...
No one made a Sound, as they looked down,
At the Black Silk String Bikini...Still intact,
But Barely, just Barely, Holding his Manhood in Place.
With his Head held high he looked up at the Sky,
As he walked back to the Umbrella, whistling.
He put his Dark Shades back on...
Struck his pose, and Life went on.
