- Erotic Poetry
- The Summer Ocean
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The ocean has many moods,
depending on the season.
In spring, in fall, in winter, in summer,
it is always different and changing.
My favorite, though, is the summer ocean.
The water is the perfect temperature
to just slide in, sans clothing,
and enjoy swimming as nature intended.
The currents slide around my bare legs
and ruffle the hairs between.
They tease my nipples, making them
harden unbearably.
I enjoy the feeling, made even more intense
when my fingers wander down
and begin to dance through my petals.
The combination of the water and my prying,
exploring digits
makes me so aroused every time.
I lay back on the water and let myself go,
free to explore myself,
free to feel the water,
the sun,
and my body's stimulation
meld into a white-hot ball of sensory delight.
As my body undulates on the waves,
the motion feeds my excitement.
It is almost as if the sea itself is trying to make love to me.
I understand how myths could arise of
ocean gods seducing mortals.
I swim in the fluids that are so much like the womb,
and am reborn with each orgasm.
- COMMENTS
todski28over 10 years agomeanings, couched metaphors or crazy euphemisms, just a nice little sexy read. I like it.
I thought you were going to expand on the different moods of the ocean, for me that first section didn't feel like it went with the rest of the piece, just my thoughts.
As my body undulates on the waves,
the motion feeds my excitement.
It is almost as if the sea itself is trying to make love to me.
I understand how myths could arise of
ocean gods seducing mortals.
this was my favourite part
