the wet look

aroused by the wet look

how she stepped slinky into the

water with tight jeans & a

tank,

found his way in close but

could not touch---

watched from afar like a stalker in

the movies,

felt a guilty pleasure erupting inside,

with screams that could not be put to

sound outside his skull &

a throbbing heartbeat thumping,

which made him feel so alive,

he recognized the primal beast

from which he evolved,

pushing all worries & priorities aside,

turning everything to

tunnel vision,

with blood rushing all in one direction,

a slave to the beauty

that is so powerful when it remains a

fantasy.