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.