In Her Bikini Poem by Randy McClave

She told me that she wasn't skinny
So, she wouldn't be wearing a bikini,
When we took our vacation at the beach
Upon her body, my eyes or no others could feast.
She told me that she is was no longer that hot teenager
Who once was a cheerleader, and then a drum major,
Neither am I that once young fighter
But, I'll do what I can to please and excite her.
She now wants no one else to look at her body
As she believes it is now just old and shoddy,
She said that she has lost all of her nerves
And no longer does she have her feminine curves.
I told her to please look upon the beach's sand
And at all the people lying there that are tanned,
Most men have their stomachs hanging out of their suit
Most of the women strolling there are not even cute.
Look at most of the men in their suits they are obese
I am proud of her wearing her small two piece,
She is the one that I truly want to see
She is the one who always brings me joy, and glee.
I told her to remember how she likes to dress
She always pleases and always does impress,
So, I don't want to hear no more excuses or any lies
By the way, her in a bikini is mainly for my pride and eyes.

Randy L. McClave