The Perverted Wave Poem by Jonny Brackney

if i could
choose
to be anything,
i'd be a
recurring
ocean wave
on a shore
full of beautiful women.
some model-skinny,
some rather plump.
a variety.
and i'd caress each one
as i splashed their
magnifacent bodies.
some of them coming out to the deep
letting me feel every inch
of them.
some standing
on the water's ege
only letting me graze
their feet.
others lay
in the sun's warm gaze,
only to shine for
me.
and I would
crash on them
each day,
forever.
a life of
constant
Orgasm.