| |
Siren Dreams
He walks by night
Lost in thought
lost in shadow
Mother Ocean lashes against the shorline
beating primal pulses
Drumming her sensual rhythm
He walks by night
surrounded by shadow
Female forms...restless
as the scent of warm male permeates the salt sea air
She gives in to the longing that abides
within her convoluted core
Watching
Waiting
Wanting
a release to this need
Her wicked need
licking slow heat along open nerves
The touch is perilous
Heady
Hot
She rides him through the surf
the seductive caress of waves
Coming in the water
Rides him till the end
the end of all things
...Or so he thinks
As he walks along the shorline
hands in his pockets
Lost in thought
in shadow
Kicking up sand as
He walks by night
|
Back
|
|