I want you wet.
I want you slippery.
I want you playful.
I want you in public.
And in private.
I want the nostalgic scent of you
to haunt my mind like a B horror movie
and really cheap popcorn so greasy
the stains don't wash out my suit
no matter how many times I wash it.

I want you memorable like Time Life Infomercials and cassette tapes,
I want the whine of your cheap plastic to give me body memories
of chlorine burning my eyes and gym shoes squeaking on waxed floors.

Be my pool toy,
Not pool boy.

I was never so rich enough to afford hired help,
But give me affordable, cheap date, body elastic, inflatable mind warp fun.
C'mere
I want you receptive
open
empty
ready to be filled with all my hot-air ideas and late-night rambles
about pompous, erudite shit.

I want you to s-squeak when I touch your smooth body
Always there
needing and wanting to be
my pool toy
not pool boy
pool
toy.

I want to collect you in all your colors, shapes, models, and eras and fill you with so much life
that you hoard each fresh breath like a dragon, devoted to a god.

Let's baptize the world with our splash gospel
make them weep to even get close to our life saver holy.