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his legs were so very golden brown and tan --
baked outside, in the earthen oven, beneath the sun
my legs were so very very pallid and pale --
delicate china slathered in sunscreen
our legs loosely intertwined together
and he scooted over closer to me
offering to bait my fishing line
with his sweet seductive smile
I smirked and brushed his hair out of his eyes
he leaned closer, planning to steal a kiss,
but I grabbed the writhing worm
he had reserved for my fish hook,
snapped the slithering thing in half.
I tried to hide my shudder, as I wrapped
it around with my disgusted grin
and placed it back in the crystal jade water
that Kelly's Island is known for.
I never knew, however, how friendly their natives were.