Lightly skipping <br />up the steps <br />of a rustic beach cottage, <br />she could still hear <br />his dune buggy <br />roaring off <br />down the strand. <br /> <br />In the privacy <br />of her bedroom, <br />she peeled off her bikini, <br />folded it neatly, <br />and carefully laid it <br />in a dresser drawer. <br />It would do <br />to wear again tomorrow. <br /> <br />After all, it, <br />like her virginity, <br />was only slightly soiled.<br /><br />William B. Watterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morality-10/
