there, she sits

as sleek a craft as ever

i laid eyes upon,

lying there, naked to stars and sun,

gently rocking on the bed

she commands,

rising o’er hidden swells,

lowering to wait the next,

as I approach, she senses me,

turning slightly toward my

out stretched hand, seeming

to shiver, e’er slightly,

as I caress her beautiful curves,

plucking her taut lines,

murmuring ‘bout past

travels, and those to come,

oh, how she welcomes me,

urging my full engagement

with her dreams of coming ecstasy,

and i join her, casting off

for remembered lands

where dreams and passions run high

riding the e’er growing swells

as we reach for the far horizon,

and she trembles, as I

raise the sheets, seeking

the breath that drives, crescendos

crashing thru surge, undulations

marking our mastery of each

other, of the billowing seas,

and we race ‘round the promontory

where we crest, at once together,

to finally coast adrift

in the calm that follows,

to float serenely against the

silencing currents that ripple

still, thru her core, and i

resting against her yet heaving

side, brush my hand ethereally,

whispering my attentions, intentions,

and I feel her beseech me,

obsecrating, desirous of a

quick return, so that,

once again, we should share

the wonders, the heightened glory

of this, and past meetings,

as i return her to her moorings,

to gently dream, and hope, and plan.

 
(c) 1993 by c a gallagher
modified & (c) 2001 by c a gallagher
 modified and included in Brilliant Intentions
(c) 2009 by c a gallagher