Underwater Musk

The smell of salt

and seaweed

splattered wildly

in a sensual game,

unbalanced reckless spinning.

Water spout in gulfstream

of all men’s passions,

she shudders as patterns

are traced on her skin,

feeling ocean depth

deeply with in her body.

Waterfall words

of snakeskin temptress -

a mental undressing

of waters of needs,

bottomless and hollow,

a luscious invitation

melting like lava

from dorsal fin

of a dolphin

as she drinks

the seascape

of many men,

a receptacle for

sweet language.

Mesmerizing as

she dances on strings

in drunken moon

cascading on inky sea

eager blue eyes

with ecstatic urges.

She drinks the seascape

of promiscuity and

sensual waves.

She is one for all men

but can never be

all for one man.