Somewhere beyond horizon's reach
Incessant waves lap at her feet
She heaves and moans orgasmic groans
Her body sways to passion's beat
Pulsating wildly in such throes
And though the sounds are loud and clear
She doesn't seem at all to mind
Who might see or who might hear
And cast some disapproving eye
Or watch in voyeuristic lust
Her silhouette upon the water-bed
Simply doing what she must
To satiate all......she's ever held
........Within...her fickle grip...
I shared her joy...indeed I did
...On a cruise...aboard..that ship
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