The Ocean
In an awful cold winter the energetic blizzard was coming from the west of the bay as I stood at the shore gazing at the mast of your blurred ship which looked like a buoy from far. Like a seasonal bird, you surfaced. Your smiling face was reddish. I knew you missed the joyous rapture that relished in depth. Covetous, I placed my hand across your shoulder. As our foreheads briskly raged closer, we stood impetuously staring at each other. Temptation drove us to the circuit house where I stripped and stood naked before you. I found the profound rage of blood turning your iris a fiery red as the storm in you was awakened. The ravenous pleasure in your imagination took us to an impetuous place of pleasure.
As you rejoiced, I was fulfilled with an ultimate hail of your wetness.
Then you vanished leaving memories to blossom and turn fragrant. And, it did. Still waiting, hopes swing like butterflies.
Knock again; I am here but not forever!
