(Peter O'Doherty)
Big blond Max, waxy twin fin squeezed between her knees
Love her stacks, when she does her radical re-entry
I take her blatantly, hands grip her tanned girth
We stare so vacantly out at the glassy surf
Oceans, oceans of skin, stretched upon the sand
Like foaming crusts they're wrapped around each other
Seaweeds, seaweeds galore, hanging by the shore
Surf
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