the trouble with lolitas

Hungry eyes devour prepubescent skin, shining in afternoon sun
One hand down his pants and he realizes his precum admission
Strategically folded newspaper hides his obsession, confession
She emerges from the pool a slick young gazelle
Tight pored taut skin over increasing features
His cock reacts to her buds of breasts
Her eyebrow lifts; she knows he's watching her
inhaling her exhaling her, piercing her in his twisted libido
He longs to lick her goosebumps smooth
She tightens the towel on her shoulders
He shocks his nervous system with the hand firmly grasping his erection
Painting his face in a hideously aroused grin
Tasting his way into her tender young slit
But only in his imagination
Because the young studly officer next to the pool
Because the little girl temptress in the lawn chair
Because the older lady stuffed like sausage in a swimsuit
Are pointing right at him
Watching him zip his shorts