think hard . . .

you do know all about this
we've done this often . . . before

indulging midnite dip in sultry solitude
our beautiful selves ready to plunge

two pieces of iridescent light glow
sudden submergence into waiting blue

oh my word, we do it again . . . again
weird has its name planted all over us

chasing sweet pulsation 'neath them waves
where silence lives and welcomes us

riding massive swells of wicked curves
making each throb outlast the rest!