When the velvet-feel water moves across your shoulders,
They glisten in the evening sun before the retreating sea,
Leaves shapes as gravity takes it back from you.
I smell the salt as your arms reach out for me,
Dark hairs are flattened to your wrists and I turn my head to kiss them,
I wish to show your soul the power of my love for you.
The only way I know how is through the driving force,
The desire I feel is electrifying my body,
It takes over and knows no bounds.
Your cool wet lips find mine and kiss me gently, staying still,
Giving me time to absorb what is usually a fleeting,
tantalising sensation I wish I could bottle.