It simmers, boils,
courses through me.
Hands warming my breasts;
caressing my thighs.
Luxuriant oils are
like the life force.
Dancing tongues and roaming fingers.
Exploring uncharted territories.
Gyrations, undulations, and titillations.
Clenching fists and curling toes.
The tide rises;
the water level is ever high.
Together we ride the waves
and discover the prize.
By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.
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