Distant thunder growls and rolls forth low from his chest.
Like a heavy saturated cloud, his thick breath hovers over her body unveiled in subjugation.
Moisture from his hot kisses pools behind one bent knee and along the inside of a jutted hip.
Searching and finding, he circles, traces, and flicks the taffrails of her vessel with his mouth's sweet rudder.
With a gentle force, his lips at her helm, he holds sway over her.
Pliant legs now fully parted, her breath hitches, she inhales on a hiss.
Each fleshy lash licks like lightening against her engorged bow.
Back and forth she swings as the moon pulls on her center.
He greets her crashing flows with soft collisions and he tenderly gives ground with each low ebb.
She hears not the waves crashing into the rocks
but rather the soft foamy spray of water flowing swiftly over sand
where footprints steal their first and their last breaths.
Her whispered pleas for mercy go unanswered,
but her yearning for release he meets at high crescendo.
Violent pleasure unloosed, her body spasms, shudders, and shivers.
His adoring head now rests upon the slick softness of her thigh.
And in the quiet night that is around them, he listens to her sigh, breathe, sigh.