Water Baby

She likes to sink so deep that fantasies
Drift round her through the long hours of the night;
She knows that she is simply there to please:
To breathe his pleasure in and to delight
In every opportunity; presents
Are sometimes wrong for Easter, but she gifts
Herself to him: her need is so intense,
That she would dive much further; but she drifts
Through waters that lie heavy on her mind;
Although her lids are closed, she loves each scheme
He has to make her want more - lust is blind,
As is the lovely heart of every dream
That she constructs, without a single wink
Of sleep: she needs these depths to which she'll sink.