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Brightly Colored Cotton
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The best nights of my life never involve clothes	1
It doesn’t matter the weather or season	2
We brave it all	3
Though those warm humid summer nights are preferred over those bitter winter night	4

So lets reveal it all	5
The pavement our stage and the streetlight our spotlight	6
We’ll unravel every bit of brightly colored cotton	7

Anticipation is overwhelming	8
Just waiting for that sudden rush	9
The burst of excitement that explodes within us	10
Like fireworks on the fourth of July	11

Our pre-excitement releases sudden fits of laughter	12
That are so contagious	13
Soon were teeming with short blasts of the giggles	14

But the fun is put on hold by a stubborn yellow shirt, for moment	15
A tangle of the limbs and cotton frantically struggle to escape each other	16
Until finally the last bit of brightly colored cotton has fallen to the ground	17

Not a word is spoken	18
Because now’s our chance	19
the coast is clear and all engines are revved and ready to go	20

Without hesitation eight bare bodies break lose onto the street	21
A flood of eight naked girls blaze the night	22
The smacking of out nude feet against the asphalt	23
Which fills the silent night with noise	24
Our exposed skin wiggles and jiggle as the moonlight bounces off our unsightly white skin	25

Eight girls in the buff hooting and hollering for their no sense of liberation	26
And it feels so good as the midnight breeze caresses our birthday suits	27
And the asphalt dances with us as we feel so new and refreshed	28

Bright lights in the distance	29
And our marathon is abruptly stopped	30
Frozen like deer in far off yellow beams	31
Panic surges through every single one of our bare parts	32

In an instant eight naked girls bolt back in the direction of which they came from	33
In a hysterical hysteria we stampede to where our brightly colored cotton lie	34
Except our laughter slows us down	35
Because it is so hard to laugh and run simultaneously	36

But head lights are gaining and we don’t want to be caught	37
So our already racing hearts pump blood through my body even faster	38
Causing our legs to move even faster	39
And just in the nick of time we leap into the shadows	40
And the headlights only catch glimpses of our bare bodies	41
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