life is a compromise anyway

holy shit. i can't stop looking. she makes me want to run for my life like tokyo from godzilla. but then, in the perfect summer breeze, i catch scent of her cocoa butter mahogany skin, and am frozen with calm and resignation. i smell coppertone 1977, and all is right with the world. it's fate.

smother me, momma. slide my limp body between your warheads. i'm that tiny white speck. carry me back to your endless beach. stroke me head to toe with those burgundy lee press-ons. grasp my ankles delicately and use my whole body as a dildo. put me in you, dark and oiled and salty. we're all pink on the inside. then drop me in the sand next to yout huge transistor radio and sweating mason jar of sun tea.