sea

Tritina revisited – NaPoWriMo

In Safe Waters

It silently calls to her
Invisible evaporation of water
Thoughts like waves: a sea

of emotion, that yearnsΒ for the sea
Oceans impatiently awaiting her
Ready with translucent arms of water

Encouraging her, child of the water
Imploring her thirst – taste of the sea
Reluctantly accepting its connection to her

Returning to the sea: her heavenly water haven – her home

 

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Source:Β  John William Waterhouse, R.A. 1849 – 1917

 

I gave up the first day I tried using this form but something called me back to it, possibly my stubbornness but hey whatever works – Check out the original NaPoWriMo prompt here

Seaman’s Ditty

Sea chantey of eight pieces

A flagon full of rum

Twenty-four old pirates

Huddled in a slum

Yet when the dawn was breaking

And sails began to sing

They raised the Jolly Roger

And plundered everything


For My Love

In the secret depths of despair
That’s where you’ll find my love

To wade past the coy lily pads
Knee deep in petals of pinks and lilac
Pushing aside creepers of lust
Avoiding the fluttering kisses of wings
That alight your skin
Sending tingles of promise
Of romance
Of lies

For you to swim
in the deep waters of my soul
Ignoring the skittering surface
Brushing away the algae
Diving down
Head first
Under the thick azure waters
To grasp at the kelp
On the floors of my heart

When you are strong enough
To part the jagged coral
Slip your fingers into the crevice
Of my blemished shell
And prise open the lips
To get to the pearl,
unbeknownst of its purity
Feeling your oxygen drain from your throat
Burning to reach the jewel
Which you only hope exists

Only when you can breath within despair
Will you know me, my love.

Salmon pink sunrise

‘Hush now’

He reached over and gently pressed his forefinger to her lips, his other hand curling softly around the back of her neck. Taken aback with the gesture she playfully bit his fingertip and watched as his mouth broke into a grin.

This was the moment…

The sound of the waves crashing against the pebbles, the salty taste in the moonlit air, the cool breeze whipping at their clothes. This was the moment she had chosen to change the conversation, to try and cover over that awkward moment. Yet with one gesture he had changed all of that and now they stood, just two people, locked in the moment before downfall or rapture.

Looking up at him she decided he was worth the gamble and she took that moment to lightly kiss his finger still held close to her lips. He pulled back slightly yet she took his fingertip into her mouth all the same. Licking the tip and circling it with her tongue tasting the sea air as she did so. He stood unsure and hesitant but let his other hand move softly into her hair, allowing her to suck his fingertips one by one. Her mouth was warm and moist, a contrast for his skin against the cool air. Her tongue traced the outline of his hand and made him tingle as she pressed her lips against his palm. Then taking his thumb into her mouth, her teeth softly grazing him, he felt himself respond.
His thumb and forefinger lightly clasped her bottom jaw and tilted her head up to look at him. Then leaning towards her, he moved his hand to her cheek and planted a firm dry kiss on her lips. Smiling she kissed him back, a gentle peck and then ran the tip of her tongue over his chapped lips.
He tasted of salt and sweetness, the sea air had seen to that. Yet his kiss was the perfect blend of hesitation and desire, that mix of chemistry usually reserved for teenage trysts. She pulled him closer and kissed him again, both trying to pin point a rhythm to relax into.
She loved the fact that he used his hands to smooth her unruly hair away from her face. He held her face tilted between his hands and kissed her, allowing himself to press tightly against her body. Wrapping her arms around his torso she was glad of the warmth. The chill air had started to get through and she could feel her nipples shifting against her underwear, although she wasn’t sure how much the weather was really to blame. He felt her shiver against him.

“would you like to turn back”

He gestured to the building with its warm glowing lights and creature comforts calling but she shook her head.

‘I’m happy here if you are’

He didn’t reply yet slid his arms around her and pulled her tight into him. His body was warm to the touch and she smiled and let out a contented murmur. They stood locked for a short while, until her body responded to his heat, then she snaked her hands over him. Tracing the curve of his back and then smoothing over his chest and stomach. His breathing changed in its pace, his heart quickened as her hands brushed over his hardened nipples and he felt himself grow under her touch.
Pressing against him she could feel the outline of his erection and brushed her hand against him. He flinched back surprised at first, then regained confidence and allowed her to stroke him lightly. Her touch followed the grain of his jeans which were proving to be a snug fit with his thickening cock. She looked up to see if he would stop her, as she slipped her hand down into the top of his jeans. His eyes were narrowed and his body proved accepting as she did so. His growing erection lurched forward under her touch and her fingertips brushed the tip of his head. Her cold hands might have been a shock to him, yet he didn’t pull away. Allowing himself to be unzipped and letting her slip a hand inside his jeans. Stroking the thin material, she moved the flat palm of her hand over him. His hard cock straining against his shorts, as she opened the buttons and placed her hand inside. He was warm to the touch and shrank back slightly against the intrusion of her cold fingers.
He kissed her again, his mouth hard on hers, her nipples now visible through the outline of her clothes. Using the back of his hand he glided over her skin, from face to neck, over her exposed cleavage and landing firm upon her breast. A gentle squeeze caused her to let out a low murmur and she responded by curling tighter around his erection.
He allowed her to caress him, trying to negate the worry of being in public against the enjoyment of her touch. She was trouble yet he was having a hard time resisting. He felt her hips press against him, her breast pushing against his palm and he gave way.
The two of them crumpled to a heap on the damp pebbles, he held her tight as they kissed. She savoured the taste of his tongue, darting passionately between her dry lips, inviting her own tongue to tango. And for a time they were lost in each other’s embrace, clawing at each other’s clothes, licking salt tinged skin, kissing until their lips were raw in the cool air. All the while neither of them noticing the soft trickle of sea water creeping through the stones, the slow fading away of the stars. Their blanket of night sky finally uncovering the cold facts of day.

“we should go back”

He could see she was shivering in her damped clothes.

“But sunrise is the best time of the day”

She nuzzled close into his chest waiting for the rebuttal, yet instead he placed his arms around her.
They watched in contented silence as the salmon pink sky devoured the morning.