The Ocean at Night

Through the open windows of the cottage
The hissing wash of waves
Sounds just like gentle breath

As the night air washes over your moonlit skin
Your own breathing is faster--
Faster still is the pulse that flutters beneath my fingers
As they stroke your neck, your breast, your belly

Your body floats on a sea of rippled cotton
Arching up like swelling waves to meet my lips and tongue
Wherever they touch

Your nipples--left slick from gentle bites--catch the cool air
And tighten even more when I leave them

My tongue tickles your navel and the wave recedes,
Your body lowering itself reflexively
Falling gracefully away from the ticklish touch

Your hips push up again when my lips trail across your mound
And when my tongue slips gently into you,
Teasing and tasting just a bit they rise some more,
Relaxing only when I move my body down the bed,
Settling on the crisp sea we are sharing for this night.

My lips find your body once again--
The cool air is forgotten and the slow rhythm of the waves
Becomes lost in the rush of breath and pulse and pleasure
And your hips rise up to meet me once again.