Obsidian Tide

 
  Perched atop a churning,obsidian tide naked and vulnerable to the night
 A godess upon her throne of ancient,weathered stone,a prison her curse
Lies timeless at the head of the bay
  Moonshine casts her shadow and kisses the long lean line of her alabaster thighs
  Raven curls shot through with stars alight,cling to her body as she arches her back to the heavens to pray
  She is godess so prays not to god ,nor does she pray to man for her heart is ocean and her prayers belong only to the sky
  Hear her lonely song as the wind dances upon all the secret places she longs to be touched and may great,violent waves thrash endlessly at her slippery feet
  Impatiently she waits in the thralls of her own wicked storm,luring in her sailor bold with trembling,orgasmic cries
  A flick of her fair hand she strips away hungerly the robes that conceal his throbbibg flesh with ease
Her cold,salty tongue washes him clean as she spreads herself vast and wide
  Passion and lust and all things felt in the throws of night,forever to be heard in the rythym of an obsidian tide.




-I've never seen the ocean in person,but if I did I would bet that she'd be alot like a fine woman;beautiful and unpredictable-