Let’s play on her sand pile
Walk her sculpted beaches
Her steep north shore bluffs
Book-ended by Sound and outwashed farmland
She’s full of seductive allurement
Her grottos of green, forested parkland
Her places to walk away stress
She’s tall – the way I like a woman
Stood up, over a hundred miles end to end
With hair mussed by nor’easters off Montauk
Stiff breezes at Orient
She has eyes for me – those bedroom eyes
Her Pine Barren textures of scraggy bark, puffy moss clumps
Her creeks and rivers flowing lazy to the bay
Tides ebb and flow on her inner marshes
Let’s walk her barrier island of dunes and swash
Be struck by her glamour – sunrise and sunset
Her farm fields and roadside vegetable stands
Her spring, summer, fall, winter
Her tall grasses bending in northwesterly breezes

She calls me to trespass all over her
Everything from top to toe
Sand spit to kettle pond
She may be flat-chested
But oh how she makes up for that
With her long, shapely legs, sexy ankles
Gorgeous neck, a face to die for
Her towering, north shore tulip forests
Her lady slipper orchids
Her green sod fields that stretch to the horizon
Her quartz and basalt pebbled north shore beaches
Her sandy, soft skin
Her shells and dappled trails

I just want to hug and caress her
Walk forever with her
Into elegant secret places
Drawn more and more and more
By her ravishing, stunning, I can’t take my eyes off
Our beautiful Island of Long.