Being Found Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Sailing on your curves
Brings no greater joy;
Being the captain of your ocean
My tongue navigating every twist & turn where nothing is left dry.
Nothing is left to chance.
With every twist of my hand I am lost in nautical bliss.
The hull of my ship reaching a deeper depth.
There isn't a map that can bring me closer to your treasure trove.
Your mouth wet with excitement.
I willingly & actively search for the storm hidden
between your thighs
Without hope of being found