sea spray

her cunt
was a dolphin smile

swimming
unsure circles
around him

his erection
was a fin
for her to grab

a free ride
to skim
in some direction

she liked the lack
of control

if the challenge of the ocean
was in him
then the mystery
in her

smooth
gliding
breast strokes
through
choppy waters

out of all the silver schools
of gleaming fish in the sea
his fervent course
tempted her most

out of all the shells
in his collection
her cockleshell
was the pinkest
and the freshest

earliest
off the shore

to his ear
to hear her wave crash

so receptive

thrown back
if silent too long?

no matter

she asked nothing of him

but to squeal

again
and
again