(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