A GM poem

This is my very first attempt at a poem. Forgive me if it is really bad. I guess its kind of a GM poem... Ah, maybe I shouls stick to pose.

The sun is setting over the ocean...

The sun's amber glow is reflected off of all the sweet little tan wet faces,

belly buttons, butt cracks, shoulders, chests, legs, bare feet....

They scramble up to their blankets... it is almost time to go...

Smooth skin and giggles as beach towels fail in their job of modesty

A peek... a glance...

budding...

the whiteness against the tans...

hearts leaping, pulse quickening, a thrill...

hopes of dreams that never come....

nipples and creases and little round behinds...

flash, flash, flash...

the towels have failed... they fall to the ground...

A transformation from suit to t's and shorts of every pastel and white..

Time to go home...

They fade away... gone forever...

The sun sets and the darkness comes...

the dreams don't...

Summer is over............