Wave underneath prone, my slave ebon break,
hands swirl, fumbling, here body mine to wake.
Her bones, sandstone eddies etching my tune,
sculpture I desire, bones joined in sighs moon.

Currents whip, waters jaunt among her surges,
red blush marks to torso, as whimper emerges.
Silky cadence, ropes owned are strung sound
net open on shoals, scales arch gulls crowned.

Foam writhing on crest, fingers surges engage
in touches trance, curl as shells open on page.
As white clouds and mists cross over her eyes
breakers are slamming to her trembling thighs.