Splash

She swims the waters of night,
softly submersed it is liquid dreams
of being in the depths
where love lurks in such tidal sensations
and she can discover
that spellbound crashing of eruption's waves
when kisses splash their crest
against bare, begging skin.

Somewhere in that sighing cerulean current,
which flows in the cravings so incredible baptizing,
there is a shark,
a hunger of the heart
who will consume and devour
her every naked need.

So she treads in the ocean of her desires
just hoping to see some fin appearance
from the one who will feast
upon her skin
and let her float to ecstasy,
utterly dipped in the pleasures
only known from trolling for predators
who make her discover
the pure, stunning encounter of satisfaction
found while riding the waves of sheets
in the arms of the one
able to navigate her flesh,
gently giving shark bites of writhing thrills.