This is for the girl in the red bikini. She had parked and set up camp with her girlfriend close enough for me to smell her perfume, vanilla coconut. I felt her eyes on me, I’m sure she felt mine. Well, something must be said but everything that comes to mind is everything she won’t want to hear. She turned on to her stomach with her face turned away from mine to give me a minute to examine. Her short blonde hair with the tiny ponytail, her never ending legs, her little feet, the wolf and fox tattoo on her side, her perfect ass, her perfect everything.

Well, something must be said but now nothing comes to mind. So, I trek on home to write a few words and to imagine the fuck that could have been.