yourself, you're too old for
this.
to be staring at the young
women
going by.
pretending not to notice
as they frolic
in the ocean, wearing
orange
string bikinis,
with nothing left to hide.
their smiles sparkle in
the wet sun.
will it ever end,
this
boy like desire?
this innate lust that keeps
the world
going round?
she says to me,
leaning on
my shoulder, i hope not.
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