The Water Moon
That marbled pearl satellite, lighthouse of the sky
Shines a path to fervency where low tide sands are dry
Under this we join to share our 99 degrees
Just as crystal rivers seek the sweetness of the seas
Kneeling to the sand with your back against my chest
My fingernails snake moistened trails along their pleasure quest
From misty valley and splendid peaks to luscious lowlands bare
Your lips cast sounds of ecstasy high into the air
Your body seems to liquefy, my hot breath near your ear
I place my lips upon your neck and kiss away your fear
Eyelash butterflies fluttering upon a starlit breeze
Your fingers seek me out and then persuade me not to tease
Silver sparks ignite the space where my lips touch your nape
You spin around to face me and the drive we can’t escape
Your body arches back against my passionate embrace
I flex to pull you back to me, a smile on my face
You plant your palms into my flesh and force me to the sands
I grip your thighs and guide you ‘cross my body with my hands
Torrents of warmth and pleasure welcome the Water Moon
With cries of lovely torture marking this sweltering swoon
I drive into your darkness as you crash upon my shore
Your tight-closed eyes turn to the skies as if to beg for more
The moon looks down upon us with her diamond-facet eyes
She hesitates in silence and then harks the tidal rise
The backs of our eyelids play images of lucid colored lust
Forcing our surrender to each other’s equal trust
The nighttime tide surrounds us with its liquid silk caress
The deeper I delve, the harder you fall, the Gods we will impress
Our bodies turn the ocean’s waves against themselves like fools
Our churning turning rise and fall to swirling whirlpools
My arms reach out to hold you in the swaying savage sea
You twist and turn and shift to find the place that sets you free
Beads of sweat pour off your skin like raindrops on my face
I look up at your silhouette to see your rhythmic grace
The motion of the ocean takes us on a wild ride
Bucking to and ‘fro and then tossing side to side
Your toenails dig into the sand as little quakes convulse your spine
My fingers dig into your back, preparing you for what is mine
And as the moon bears down on us enjoying her crushing tide
We explode her myths of ecstasy and expose her secrets wide.
Don L. Waddell, 1996