His lips are an ocean
lapping her breast
Her fingertips explore the swell
in his soft throat
His hands navigate
to discover the route
to the mouth of the cave
where his longboat
pushes to make way
and rides the rising tide
to safe haven.
This was a fluid smooth flowing poem. Delightful in the wording, you gave us enough to let the imagination fly, I like where mine went haha Great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pushes to make way and rides the rising tide to safe haven. Rachel Ann Butler