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Skinny Dipping

Skinny Dipping

written by: Joyce Butler



Slow moonlight hurt my eyes
near the surface of the night
pushed my face through wet so cold made me long to shut my eyes.

The Ice air slapped my skin
for the big mess I was in,
only one left from the dare
he always loved to wet my hair.

I was the first one in,
all hot fessed up and giddy
as we stripped down to our skin.

Giggling from the cold
we were drunk n brave n bold.

No shouts.
Our laughs were lost.
Water threw us first
then tossed.

We’d no time to think it through
skinny dipping for a screw.

I called.
He never heard.
I felt silly and so scared.

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