The Nighttide Crush



Close your eyes in pleasure; lay your head against the sand.
Your naked flesh awakens to the soft touch of my hand.
Feel your pulse quicken with a natural rush:
An open introduction to the Nighttide Crush.

My gaze envelops you like a wave from the sea.
My lips, like jellyfish, pressing on your knee;
Then moving up your thigh with a feather-light touch
As your body fights to give away the spots you love so much.

Your fingers in my hair guide my head a little higher;
My tongue and lips are rubbing sticks adding to your fire.
Tracing circles on your belly, my fingers draw your shivers.
After quivers, dreamy sighs escape your lips in rivers.

My fingertips trail ocean mist across your steamy skin;
Your eyelids flicker frantically, forgetful of our sin.
The pastel moon looks down on us, in rhythm with the tide;
Our melting methods freeing us from our human side.

Your eyes are turned in pleasure, head thrashing in the sand.
Your naked flesh is blazing underneath my savage hand.
Feel your pulse tingling through your body in a rush:

The ultimate experience of the Nighttide Crush.



Don L. Waddell, 1996