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Click hereWhen the sun begins its slow decline
Prepare your mind, your body for the sacral rite
Bind your hair with artful care
For not a curl must be misplaced
Anoint your skin with unguents
Provocative, protective
Softening and seductive
Step out, naked onto sand
That jealously holds the zenith heat
And reflects the dipping glare
To burnish you in a holy glow
Haloed, divine Daughter of the Earth
Mother, Goddess, Sister, Lover
At the tidal water's edge
Where the land slides sharply to the sea
Lay down and let the water kiss
Your heels, soles of your feet
Let the heat retained beneath you
And the heat burned down above you
Soak deep into your skin
As the patient waves begin
To ease against your ankles
A push and pull massage
Bidding the blood to rise again
Spread your arms and legs out wide
And call upon the Father, Spirit of Ocean
Son and Seed, Brother, Lover
To come to you.
The answer is the breakers hiss
A constant bass susurrus
Yes, and yes and yes
The waters rise against your knees
The swell sinking your heels
Submerged in land and sea.
A hand feathers your thigh
Uncertain, seeking confirmation
Of your call, your invitation.
Press your buttock flesh deeper
Say yes, and yes, and yes
Foam, in a whispered breath
Stirs against your vulva, then retreats
A tease, as if you feel the smile
The smile that frees the lips to take
A first taste of your expectation.
The emboldening aphrodisiac
Releases at last the tongue
Lapping, ardent. Your hips now wholly
In the ocean's grasp, it sucks you
Greedy, grabs at the sand beneath you
Seeks to clasp and part your softest skin
Your fingers and your toes dig in to the sands
As now a hundred tongues, a thousand hands
Press below your breasts trying to own
The whole of you.
Beckoning your fertility
The fingers butterfly upon your nipples
Claim and raise the whole weight of your breasts
Waves push and glide, reveal
The half restrained weight of the Ocean's urgency.
It pierces skin in one smooth penetration
Filling you only to withdraw,
But with the walls now breached it drives again
The patience lost.
Your belly tenses, building with the pummelling force
The moan that breaks your stillness, lifts your knees
And plants your feet more firmly, raises up your hips
The Ocean surges deeper
Possession sought without, within
You win and you surrender
In the rhythm of high tide the Ocean rides your body
Scouring every nerve
Your body sails the Ocean, guiding
With the deftest touch the boundless energy.
All pretence of seduction is long past
The vast fecundity demands you, draws you
Paws you, glorying in the buoyancy of your breasts
It rests a fraction plunged inside
It grasps, pulls wide, subsides and presses
Relentless, leaving a moment for your gasp
Before a violence of kisses on every dermal inch
Heaving in a starving repetition until
Your feet flex away, your toes curl in
Your knees lock out, your hips strain up
Your shoulders down, your head turns back
Your skin shrinks, seizing your body
In a long exhaling breath
The sea subsides. A sated, seasoned lover
Reluctant to be parted as
The passion ebbs. Caresses linger gently
In reverse, you sink into a hollow carved out
By the battering throes,
Farewell kisses wash and honour every part.
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