the wet look

Written by: andrew delapruch

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.