"Sweet taste of a breeze on my lips"
Under starlit skies,
you walk into my waiting,
the soft swoosh of foamy surf
is the music we dance to - joined
Motionless we stand,
bodies trembling
softly you whisper into my sea scented skin,
'don't move - not an inch'
Our sweat slicked bodies ache with need
thighs quivering with a tidal rhythm,
until; like the rising ocean,
breaking over the warm damp sand
You beg for release.
I moved,
With the lifting sea, your body erupts in lathered ecstasy
and we slip entwined in love
and spent embrace,
Smiling at the craven cold of the distant stars.
She whispers again; 'don't move'
Love's slow, sweet, agonizing dance,
Is just beginning.
I'd like some feedback on this, i'm trying to switch around my style a little, as you can see.