Thread: San Vincente (Mild Language)

The Valley folk
scorch from summerheat,
but not these fairest lasses.
The moisture shroud, from ocean cloud,
slow the crinkly old,
while designer shorts,
with precision cuts, they snuggly cup,
these mommys' tightest asses.

For seven days,
the nannies gaze,
on perfect d.n.a. ,
while sweating thighs,
and perfect eyes
out running twice a day.

Attorney fees, executives;
the husbands work for highest pay,
while other's days are spent beneath,
the ocean’s cooling breezes.
Their yoga mats and tofu cats,
on highest thread count linen.
The work each day is maintainence
for these apex women.


been awhile since I wrote rhyme; sorry if I put it in the wrong category. It's not experimental, so move as needed.

Funny. People are disgusting sometimes. We live in a land on indulgence. A very meaningless society.