I dabble in poetry. I hope that perhaps others may enjoy. A lot of what I write has sexual undertones, but are not explicitly so. Here is one!
...
The bare of your back slid
Against the bare of the tub and the water rose,
Swallowing every inch,
Your oceanic incubus.
Your legs trembled, your fingers twitched,
Quivering, you sought
For God or Pan or Venus,
For the pearl between your thighs,
Exploring the oyster, the hidden bloom
Until the nectar of your salvation
Joined the fluids of your ocean,
Drowning you in the rebirth of your own being.
Your legs are petals, and the flower trembles.
...
The bare of your back slid
Against the bare of the tub and the water rose,
Swallowing every inch,
Your oceanic incubus.
Your legs trembled, your fingers twitched,
Quivering, you sought
For God or Pan or Venus,
For the pearl between your thighs,
Exploring the oyster, the hidden bloom
Until the nectar of your salvation
Joined the fluids of your ocean,
Drowning you in the rebirth of your own being.
Your legs are petals, and the flower trembles.