Our Passion Doeth Roar

love poem coupled with a summer swim

The trickling sound of the water calls as we round the coming corner. The corner peeks and the vast cliff falls. With such a view  you pull me near and with my eyes a blaze a smile engulfs your bronzed face.

I’m barely use to this ring I wear, little lone this name we share. But in jest I break free and toss to you my dress  of green and with panties pink and bra of lace I dive right to the water's embrace.

Heights you hate but with my dress in hand mental images draw you in.  The pounding waters blaze on through as forming bubbles rush my skin.  Warmer water creates a trail that finds our sensuous waiting to exhale.

Your mighty hands firm and strong hold me tight as to the bottom we fall, and as our weight pulls us low a furious kiss stirs the soul. The water’s floor our feet does find and we jettiest up just in time.  We fill our lungs and descend once more, our hearts in time and our passion doeth roar.