Female Icarus

"Female Icarus"

Morning at the beach
skin to skin, we absorb
the energy of the ocean,
its swellings and risings
and warmth from the sun.

Our lovemaking goes from
low to high tide.

I await, like a surfer,
the wave that will give me
the best ride.

As we kiss and caress
your imagination returns
to the initial exchanges
our first letters.

But instead of words
from my pen kissing you,
my lips scroll up and down
along neck, down to nipples
my tongue the cursor
stopping to edit and revise,
going lower, inserting itself down there
twirling around and teasing you
like adding a new phrase,
extending the metaphor.

And you and I use
all of each other
body as well as mind and heart
to pleasure ourselves
transforming words into flesh.

Now with the sun higher,
as waves curl up
in three and four foot crests
and crash into foam,
you straddle me
offering me the fruit of your pussy
and only this fruit
ripe and juice-flushed.

I take my serving in deep joy
loving it as you press
hard and soft
against me
and quicken the pace.

You climb down from the wall
spread your legs
and play for me
taking yourself
in favorite motions
circling and circling
and I play for you.

Our eyes become our eloquence
words mouthed and whispered
engage in our favorite debate:
"I'm going to fuck you."
"No, I'm going to fuck you."
"No, I want you bad. I'm fucking you this time."
And then the peroration: "Take me."

You mount on top
and take me slowly
timing your motions
with the waves outside
until the waves inside you
demand the coming of the storm

Your breath quickens
I pull you down on top of me
we lock mouths, mate tongues

I surround you in my arms
hold you tight
and thrust hard and fast and up
bopping into you
from behind but below
and like some hang glider
lifting off from a sea cliff
you soar over the ocean
towards the sun
a female Icarus
burning up
melting into wax
as orgasmic ecstasy
dissolves us
into two candles
melted and fused together
by our passion.