Pearl Diving

Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the lap of crystalline water, a steam graced surface breached, rosettes crest, their gently risings peaks to cap mouthfuls of desire whose lower gate's lie unbreached. Submerged beneath chest's hollow lies a navel fine the round perfection of its form longs, for pointed tongue. A sweeter base can't be found 'bove the water line yet, men would gladly drown to go below hips clung. Below, down deep, nectar bathes the pristine pearl, and petals, rose-red gently part in delight. The heat, the steam the bath, and the lovely girl perhaps, perhaps, he thinks, we'll make of this a night. Date: 3/6/13