Last Time

A siren crests the waves

Naked glory

In the rising sun

Hair of seaweed and sand

She called in the fey voice of a thousand birds

For me alone

And though I knew

My heart raced; blood quickened

Following her beckon

A story old as time

Thrown about by the waves

Until her arms steadied me

Erotic rhythm

The soft firmness of perfection

Hard peaks rolled under my fingers

Until she hissed savagely, another trill

In a song of blood lust

Turn the cogs in the sky

Grind the universe to a halt

As we submerge

A last extasy

Rushing to every cell

I am hers

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