Waves

Your neck, delicate and fair,
lay open and exposed,
awaiting and inviting.
I brush your neck with
the softness of my lips
the warmth of my tongue
adorning you with gentle kisses.
I drink from the hollow of your throat,
so fragile, yet so nourishing.
My kisses descend down,
linger,
descend further,
linger yet again,
to ascend,
to make love to you.
My body rises over you
like a soft wave.
With a rhythmic ebb and flow,
our bodies move together in
a mystic, magical dance of
an unstoppable force,
the clash of wave upon wave.
We hold on to each other
and make love
until we are submerged and subdued
and engulfed beneath the force of the waves.