Venetian Blonde

She seeks her prey in Venice
The surf city outside L.A.
The muscle boys with boards
Each more succulent than the last
 
No trouble picking up a stud
A vain prick with a blinding grin
Tanned to a fine and burnished bronze
His scent sweet in the rider's seat
 
He takes her proudly to his pad
Strips off his trunks and strikes a pose
Holds it as his cock grows hard
Cast iron as she gives him head
 
She then won't grant a moment's peace
Riding him like a Valkyrie
He comes as her fingers squeeze
And pales with his final breath
 
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A surfer found on Venice Beach
Blue and rolling in the tide
His eyes fixed on the great beyond
His heart still with Venetian Blonde.

Photo by Julio Barcena