Making Waves

An erotic poem inspired by a writing excercise using Magnetic Poetry.

You kiss my naked strawberry scented lips.
My knees tremble in a seismic quake,
With each stroke of your fingertips
Flowing freely like a running lake.

We dance together like the dolphin
As we swim and splash against the waves;
Joyfully swimming fin to fin,
Nonchalant as we misbehave.

Our bodies reach a grand crescendo
As we gain momentum between the sheets.
With waves of passion we surrender
And feel the love so warm and sweet;

We unite as the ocean meets the sea;
Merging as one for all eternity.


Mary Aris
©2010