Sailing



Sails shimmy down to capture the wind
The air exhaled, sailing the open sea
Far, wide, as anyone can see

Drawn, to a call of mystery
A point ahead, on a compass true
The mark upon, sailors brew

Tip to bottom, bow to stern
Rocks the waves, bobbing head
Lapping, sprays of salty breath

Follow the line, the horizon draws
A state of lust, loops to form
A sixty-nine, down on the floor

Limbs spread wide, as an ocean swale
Thrashing tide rises long
Sailing through, a misty fog

Deep to her throat, tonguing her core
The rudder leads the keel on
As ecstasy cradles the hull

AntönyRös

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