Seaside Swell 4

The seaside after dark is not a place
To hang around too long when you're alone;
The moon shines up above and leaves its trace:
The seagulls are quite silent, so the groan
Of tide seems uncontested with its surge;
It's not the only swelling sound on shore;
I lie beneath him now and hear him urge
Me on, while I am begging him for more;
As he looks down at me, he presses on;
His unremitting stirring's like the sea;
He fucks me very hard and very long
Because his need is roused ; he'll only be
Contented when he's done, but now must ride
My crack, 'til cum and sunrise coincide.