To cool off

It may not be Olympic size

But, to the occasion knows to rise

All the hot bits to cool and wet

The mood in my "little pool" be set.

A snack of bites, a breeze, the sun

To begin the write, begins the fun

What if in this informal setting another joins

Would there be enough space, in my little pool, to cool his loins?

A tight squeeze it would definitely be

Perchance no place ...on me to lay...maybe...?

And then the tasty bits him, i would feed

And over my shoulder my written naughty thoughts he would read.

RB.