Fantasy On a Deserted Beach

lonely listless beach chair why do you not find me? daughter done for more and then some lay me on your back recline me and remember I succumb to your fallacies I am the arch of the back blue canvas cradles my butt only to push and push against that which pounds me there slink and slide up and down my body telling me all passionate truths breaths taken inside the salty air I stare into the thing that I want the most Just to be your host