slip and slide

wet outside,

wet inside 

and

wet all around.

enraptured

by warm sensations

flooding past

desire upon desire

as we twist and slosh

through 

the indulgent sighs

of our lust.

alternating 

grips and groans

while fever pitch

insanity

plays

hide and seek

with dueling libidos.

hard meets soft

in a tango

of pink and red

designed 

to deliver 

quivers 

down ecstatic endings

which explode

in 

premature yet precise

trickles

of therapeutic

thunder.

"you must be this tall."

salty and sweet

is the fruit

we produce.

we have captured 

the essence

of the sea

and laid our souls bare

beneath the waves of wonderment.