ocean of ecstacy...

I have

somehow,

survived you

pulled under...

I have held my breath

waiting...

for you to tire

of toying with me

your waves...

hold no terror

if I surrender...

I will take all you have

and survive

but,

the ripples...

the beginnings...

when passion

begins to...

trouble the waters

or,

the aftermath...

muscles twitching

every sense...

fully aware

of how vulnerable

I really am

and,

the unbelieveable

sense of frustration...

of my lover

seeing me this way

what irony!

to conquer the ocean...

only...

to drown

in the ripples!