Spans the ocean. The whirl of water starts
From your navel, sucking me down timeless

Depths. I shudder as I prod my paddle dream-
Ward, my muscles weaving music as I heave

And plow through the swelling waves of your
Flabs. Your tongue, puissant on my salty skin

Untangles even the locked limbs of the octopus.
A mere whisper from you, and I'm stung as if

Whipped by the stingray's tail, your hand
An anemone on my chest. Stuttering, I mutter not

                 Now, not now will I drift away
                     From your body's tidal sway.