Teaching the Waters

Her fingers caused a ripple round her breasts,
The touches trailed like minnows in a pool;
She hoped her sex would open: she'd be blessed,
As if washed, like a lily in the cool
Shallows; well-spread to meet the water's kiss,
And pressed so close, she could not stop the stroke,
Closing her eyes to hands she'd not dismiss,
Which carry on, like lovers who elope,
And touch her flesh, despite all ordinance
That she should wash and soap and be denied;
She'll let her senses go, just to enhance
The pleasures she had earlier supplied
With fingers, which, when wet, were subtle too:
From them, those waters learned just what to do.