Salt Words

Sea salts supposed to be

Good for your skin

So I soak 

in him

Salts 

Of sin

Sex and sweat

Left

To get

Deep within

Every inch

Coating

My pores

Leaving limbs limp

Muscles are sore

Yet I just breathe

I am at peace

In the ocean

Of he

Lost in his waves

I could come

For days 

Amazed

At how comfort 

Plays 

Out along my

Shore

Deep 

Down all

Across my moors

Wet against the floor

As tides arrive

And I 

Am more or less

Left 

Less

Than whole for sure

Little left endured

All across his bed

Foot boards

Look for 

Me 

At the edge

Headboard

Where I'm kept 

Pressed

Hard against

Just until he gets 

That look 

In his eyes 

And I'm enticed

To have a taste of brine

Sharp against 

Taste buds

Tasting like

His love 

Light 

White

Flavor of 

Milk

Mixed with coconut 

Lick lips quick

Cause it makes him blush

Hate to rush 

But he never does 

Keep still for long

Leans back

For seconds before 

He takes charge

Craves carbs 

These buns 

Buttered

Better salted

When I start

To slip 

From his grip

Punishment swift

Pushed down

Hard on that tip

Hold your breath hun

He's says 

I have to have all of it 

All happens 

Like this

Spread out

On those sheets

Me 

On his lap 

Waiting and wanting 

To ask 

To please be released 

Oceans 

Are breached

Breaking in me

Tears near to falling 

Down cheeks

He is pleased

To please

And he

Concedes

Gives me

Permission

To finish

Fingers proceed

To lure languid pleas

Waves wash

Away

Any hope

Of ease

Sated salt tears

Meet me

In my depths

Ride hard

Along his best

As he crashes

At his crest

Like ashes

Scattered

Yes, yes, yes, 

Gritted on his teeth

Is all that’s

Left

White salt coated

Sex

So good 

We've known 

Two reduced

To foam 

The sea has been in me

And I am

Now his

home