Yesterday, 02:12 AM
Aqua breath cradles me. Tides of air soothing on sun washed skin.
I am eighteen and she is beautiful.
She holds my eyes in a way
that makes my cheeks flush.
Her rhythmic exhales comforting.
I have to hug my knees to my pulse. Seated here,
at the edge of her fingers.
Tapping and crawling until my feet are wet.
I am eighteen and she is playful.
Winking light along her surface.
Coy, patient goddess. She can hear my panting up against my legs.
I am excited to be afraid.
To dance in her. Breath catching
in my throat
when she pulls at my waist.
Love me. It was not a request.
Could mortal resist divinity.
I am eighteen and she is passionate.
Yanking at my body when she kisses up my throat.
Our chests heaving together.
A gasp. Swept underneath. Only to burst,
from her, soaked in her.
Eyes to the dying sun.
The horizon is on fire. My lungs draw it in.
I am eighteen and she embraces me.
Life has no weight.
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound
and dizzying.
My axis twisted slowly.
My world dissolved in her.
Her soft arms yank at my body. Deeper,
the realization, and I am afraid to be excited.
Whirling, dance of spheres. Thrashing in terrible beauty.
My lungs emptying.
I am eighteen and she is ravenous.
Do I rise, or, does she push me. I will never know.
The lesson learned when I crest and wheeze.
Newborn babe. Taste of salt and needful fire.
Her world is not my world. I do not control here.
I can lay back upon her bed.
Lips drinking in my air. Resting on her palms.
Wits return with peace. She leads this dance.
I am eighteen and she is gentle.
Forgiving of my fumbling, excited movements.
Respect in rapture. Touching only how she wishes to be touched.
The rewards.
My saltwater joins hers on my cheek.
Her fingers coax me away when she is finished with me.
When my muscles burn with my skin.
Returning me to the beach.
My exhausted body
laying under the dark sky.
Hair sticking to my face.
Palms sinking in the sand.
Just watching.
Breathing.
I am eighteen and she is forever.
I am eighteen and she is beautiful.
She holds my eyes in a way
that makes my cheeks flush.
Her rhythmic exhales comforting.
I have to hug my knees to my pulse. Seated here,
at the edge of her fingers.
Tapping and crawling until my feet are wet.
I am eighteen and she is playful.
Winking light along her surface.
Coy, patient goddess. She can hear my panting up against my legs.
I am excited to be afraid.
To dance in her. Breath catching
in my throat
when she pulls at my waist.
Love me. It was not a request.
Could mortal resist divinity.
I am eighteen and she is passionate.
Yanking at my body when she kisses up my throat.
Our chests heaving together.
A gasp. Swept underneath. Only to burst,
from her, soaked in her.
Eyes to the dying sun.
The horizon is on fire. My lungs draw it in.
I am eighteen and she embraces me.
Life has no weight.
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound
and dizzying.
My axis twisted slowly.
My world dissolved in her.
Her soft arms yank at my body. Deeper,
the realization, and I am afraid to be excited.
Whirling, dance of spheres. Thrashing in terrible beauty.
My lungs emptying.
I am eighteen and she is ravenous.
Do I rise, or, does she push me. I will never know.
The lesson learned when I crest and wheeze.
Newborn babe. Taste of salt and needful fire.
Her world is not my world. I do not control here.
I can lay back upon her bed.
Lips drinking in my air. Resting on her palms.
Wits return with peace. She leads this dance.
I am eighteen and she is gentle.
Forgiving of my fumbling, excited movements.
Respect in rapture. Touching only how she wishes to be touched.
The rewards.
My saltwater joins hers on my cheek.
Her fingers coax me away when she is finished with me.
When my muscles burn with my skin.
Returning me to the beach.
My exhausted body
laying under the dark sky.
Hair sticking to my face.
Palms sinking in the sand.
Just watching.
Breathing.
I am eighteen and she is forever.