Veronica

Who wants to be free, my lover reaches, her hand where I can see, nothing between her and sun, the breeze lazy on the sea, don't you want some fun, love strays over this beach,, she says brightly, her toenails painted peach, skin all toned and scrubbed, she thinks she's a celebrity,. light as a biscuit crumb, not given to any jealousy, if by reason of speech, she'll stand no scrutiny, says marriage's a tin drum, somehow glistens with certainty, knows nothing is ever done, If I speak I’ll scream..