Your eyes cut me open like knives
Staring into my soul
You own me

I cannot wait to see him,
To smell him
To taste him
To touch him

For our bodies,
Pressed against each other...
comfortably intertwined.

So familiar this feeling
Our souls
Our minds
Our bodies
We are together.


But this will be the last time.

Making love is an art.
Having *** is a *game.

Her clothes slide off.
Her toes slip into the cool water.
It feels good to escape from the hot summer air.

The water rises to her hips
her navel
her *******
her shoulders
and finally
she plummets

into the blue oasis
so serene.
so quiet.
so perfect.

This is her escape.
This is her wonderland.

Two angry glares.
One guilty party.
******** right back.