Deep Seas

Standing at the foot of the bed

You lying there spread eagle

With your inches of manliness extended beyond my dreams

Happy to see me,

Waiting for me to do things to you

Waiting to pleasure me

I love the look of anticipation on your face.

In those caverns you call eyes.

Should I let you marinate,

Or should I let you free?

Free to ease your blissful throbbing in my under water cave

I love the look in your eyes.

But I love to change it too.

Change it to delight.

Change it to bliss.

Change it to ecstasy.

Your harpoon rams through my ramparts

Putting pressure on my water carved walls

Unearthing my treasure

Overflowing my bounty with your heated spear

We breathe the vapors of our smoldered fluids

As you impale through my moist flesh

You make headway

Our sweat pools

Other fluids pooling,

Until your weapon is submerged in my soft tissue

Your massive ramrod hits my core

And your rewards flow freely

Mixing with my internal fluids

You retreat gleaming and victorious.

By: Renée “Rouge” Carter