she comes entangled with visions of sperm-froth beer and a cotton-bosomed wench who spills the whiteness onto her full , wet breast in nipple hard , head thrown back , beautiful , innocent , sensual laughter that makes your very blood stir and rebel against the coarse clothing , the skin feeling and groping with fine hair tinges , hating its smug shell of fabric , pushing and screaming against the thin impenetrable walls of material strait-jackets , crashing amply against the dam and flooding wildly in torrents of bubbling blood into the dry ruts of mind , crashing and tumbling and cascading along the dusty roads of anger , greed , aggression , hatred , confusion , frustration and cynicism , until the images of sun-drenched , sea-drenched , sweat-drenched , skin-drenched , beauty-drenched , sex-drenched tropical surf-sperm run away in droplets of dyked lust , scattered on the barren steppes of a hot stomach .