| Ocean Moans
To taste her eyes, I wrap in her shimmering, navel-pierced prison for the tongue; I shall delve enough to savor the tether I have hidden well inside her, if only for the salt and source of entry into the low-flame tangerine blush imprisoning me against her seashell flesh, to lap at her waves, wild, searching for the ocean moans vibrating my lips. Todd K. Bush � 2003 |