Waves crash insolent

He is masturbating

with reckless hands

   wandering.

 

There was a woman

laying on the sand

burnt bronze skin

saltwater hair

tasting against

a freckled shoulder back.

The teen boy watches her

Wet curiosities feed his

tide pool mind

Picturing her

impressed bosoms

  affixed on the sand.

 

He is the sand crab

pinching her nips

He is the heat of the gristle

igniting her flesh amber

He is a raging whale

thundering against her currents

He is spending… spending…

He has spent in the sea

See the little fishes swim.