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
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