I love to navigate in the confines of your womanhood.
Your attributes I liken to a ship that drives me to the open ocean, where the sun hides beneath the waves, to later rise in majestic splendor.
The waves of your lust are dormant now.
In a moment, I shall wake in you the torrent of my afflictions.
I will plunge myself into the depths of your ocean. I will ride your lofty waves.
Some say all women are the same. But you, oh, how different you've become.
For your waters are clear and fresh,
your bottom, unexplored and fertile.
Again and again I shall plunge into your waters,
to saturate my need of thee,
Your hips are like bronzed masts,
pointing high above the sky.
As they separate to welcome mine,
I kiss your open lips and I become inebriated with your sweet and sultry essence.
Your mountains I climb each day. Those luscious peaks that drive me insane.
They are snow-capped with the finest of snow and I seethe as it melts away with the warmth of my breath. Heaven is when I succumb to your summit and surrender to your warm and tender mist.