He holds her tender waist
As she descends and ascends
on the great swell between his legs.

On his lap, she sways her hips
into his hips
and he moans her name
as the dance becomes intense.

His relentless tongue savors each curve,
each sweat, each mole on her skin
as her nails dig into his shoulders.

He throbs and drives faster
and she cries lovingly into his neck.
A gentle stream slowly breaking,
pouring into him
like an oily balm to his wound,
wine dripping down his beard.

His lips devour her tongue
as she arches her body
like waves crashing into the
the rocks of his shore.

He quickly dives deeper into her ocean
plundering and quaking her pearls
until he grunts and she screams.
They shatter together,
panting and undone;
And they slowly kiss
and kiss again.

Yet, like how his arms
can't contain water,
she slips and slips
from his embrace --
back into
froth of his shore;
unseen, unheld,
drawn again
to her sea's
secret core.