They slide like slippery snakes, sparkling in the pool,

Shiny and wet, splashing like a school of gleaming fish.

Innocent, fresh, young and oh-so-charming in their gaiety –

I'm sitting on the seats at the side, staring over at them, discreetly;

My gaze scans over every precious little face, all so beautiful

In innocent naivety. A smirk flickers briefly, then fades and dies.

But the horrific thoughts remain, simmering under my skin in

Such restless veins, scarlet with soiled blood,

So septic in its sickly concentration of perverted desires.

I watch their supple, lithe bodies glistening sexily

And hanker after their hot little figures, so skimpily clad in

Tight, clinging, dripping costumes. My breath catches as I

Envisage nights of pleasure, of sex and sweat and tight bodies

Writhing under the heat of my desire: At the pool, paedophilia is rife.