Lunch in Hawaii

I looked over at the truck next to me as we rolled side by side along Highway 11. Your Hawaiian good looks stunned me with your brown skin, black hair and hot tattoo. You were eating a burger as you drove in the humid heat. I wanted to be next to you, sharing lunch and your day. Our lives parted at the next intersection, another Hawaiian moving on. It seems all day, wherever I go on this island, there are wonderful Hawaiian men to look at and fantasize about. Thanks Hawaii for giving an old lady some tropical fun.

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