Do you love the ripples of my body?

Watch me move like water between your silken sheets and splay myself bare.
I am not carved of wood like you; nay, I am shaped like waves under a thunderous sky.
My skin is made of salt and sea, glittering under the weeping moon.
Drown yourself in the swell of waves upon my vast *****.
Swim within me and know the curves of my body as Odysseus knew his path.
Drink me like wine until you are gasping for air against my lips.
Trace the wide plains of my hips, caressed by ocean like a sunken ship.

Count my ripples: forevermore, they are yours.