touchdown, another sun drenched beach, brown skins against fluro skimp bikini, the fruit cocktails clash with the pastel ocean waves, convertible laughter, all pretty young things, hooked up to the sunshine states, white flash of teeth, perfection in form, someone throws a frisbee and a brazilian boy dives in slow motion across the blue cloudless skies almost landing at your feet in a perfect arc, sand thrown up as you pull the plug from your white skinned ipod, and that chill out sound of easy lounge thrills ceases and all you hear is the shrieking of the beach culture. 
the boy stands and brushes sand from his legs, he has a good body and shaved head, you like his smile as he stares at you drinking you in in the most obvious way. he stands there while you rearrange a little space for him, knowing he will be defenceless. 
he says something but it's portuguese, the sun catches behind his shoulder and you gesture for him to sit with you but he gets shy and runs away, he throws that frisbee hard and you watch it swerve as it glides towards his friends. he looks back at lost opportunity. 
you stick that music back in your ears and cut of the frenetic beach noise, you take a sip of the iced watermelon drink and lay back, enjoying the last few rays of the evening sun. your skin feels alive and your body aches with hunger for touch of the most sensual pleasures, you don't like being denied, it's against your nature and you feel a hard edged anger shard in your heart, a bitter pang towards the stupid boy. you close your eyes and sigh to yourself, life is to short for regrets you think, there will be others, why the beach is filled with youth and vitality in male form, the hunger of desire aches deep inside you, yearning it begins to spoil your mood, you want what you cannot have.