Flesh Ocean

His waist lifted high
tossing my ship upon the torrid ocean of his flesh
I felt my bows strain
as though the final break were near

There were leaks between my masts
sliding, slipping, crashing waves
that rose and fell within my swell
and caused cries from my throat

The ocean was my God of love
my partner, raging Poseidon
my ship was made of gentle curves
of flesh, and hips to ride on

"My maidenhead!", I sighed and wailed
dubbing my ship thusly
as he rocked my masts and kissed my sails
and drove me ever further

The dark shroud of my crow's nest
had been stained with drops of sea
the sea that churned between us
as our hips met desperately