Tennis Players

Golden skin middle aged men
With their abundant
Opulent
Obtrusive
Protruding
Beer bellies
That waft liberally
And commandingly
Absorbing
The bracing breeze
Play
Amongst themselves
In the scorching jungle
Of a tennis court

They're moving sideways
Bouncing languidly
Descending heavily
Repugnantly
The excesses of their browned skin
Quaking like putty
Or jelly

The beads of sweat
Rolling defiantly
Like a marching army
Of salty
Clammy
Drippy
Body excretions
That gently
Graze
And tickle their toasted
Leathery-skin arms
And stick
On the prickly little hairs
Of their robust legs
And heaving chests

They're grunting
Panting
Inexorably
Under an unrelenting sun
And its maddening discharge of
Incensed heat

They're yelling
Snorting guck
And spitting from their dry
Bitter tasting mouths

They're licking their
Quivering lips
With sensual maneuver
And tensing their
Soaked brows

Their legs sparse
But firm

Their heads
Erect

Their broad backs
Hunched

They're waiting
And thrusting their
Trunk-like limbs
Backwards and
Forwards
With erotic
Exotic exuberance

They're groping
The thick
Stick
Of their rackets
With their slippery
And gooey
Dirty
Monkey hands

They're anxious
And ravenous
Waiting for the ball
Knowing the ball
Taming the ball

Come, you Beast
   
            you BAstard

                       Insolent BITCH

HIT!

... Oh, middle aged men with protruding beer bellies

You
Make
Me
Sick