Sea Spot

Her skin glistens softly in the cool moon light,
pale flesh reflecting the stars
like the dark surface of the sea:
glimmering crystals on a translucient skin,
curves flowing, the Oceans roar.
Her ribs,
just short of breaking the surface
like waves crashing upon the shore,
rising and falling.
Each breath, each moan echoes through the water:
A whales bellow, deep,
filled with beauteous sorrow
sends shivers of pleasure
rippling through her body.
She lays there beached,
gasping for air,
gasping for life's sweet kiss,
tender as the sea breeze brushed across her lips;
ravenous like a tropical hurricane.
Her back arches with the thought,
toes curling in the sand,
knees bent.
A current of bliss races through her body
as the cool night air
and warm water washes over her.
A riptide pulls her deeper into the passion
she had only began to wade in.
Her intensions had been to wet her thigh
but became engulfed by the sea instead,
drowning in pleasure,
never wishing to be saved.