THE DIVE

He stood upon the diving board,  
Kit - "as intended by the Lord",
In other words nothing to wear
On his manhood and pubic hair.
This was a skinny-dipping place,  
A breakaway from the rat race,
Where bodies of clothes could be free,
To exercise naturally.
 
She was, he noticed, down below  
As she stepped in, bare bum on show,  
Before immersion up to chin,  
Long haired with over-all tanned skin.  
She swam to his way with a crawl,  
Water blurred view of her bared all.  
She was his love, to him she smiled.  
He felt a stirring that was mild.  
 
He stretched his arms and beat his chest,  
With a "Me Tarzan"-like call in jest,  
And a suggestive pelvic roll,  
That made her giggle past control.  
 She called back to him, loudly clear -  
"Get you and your pieces down here!  
I think that your anatomy  
Needs cooling immediately!"  
 
He pushed the board down with his weight,  
A few times, then a levitate.  
He somersaulted in the air,  
Then dived head first, to surface where  
She was in front, he behind.  
Embraced her to a "Do you mind?"  
As his arms gripped her tum and chest,  
With submerged brush across the breast.
 
This made her raise a pleasure moan,
At such touches upon that zone.
Her let her turn round so their lips  
Linked in a kiss, hips facing hips.  
It warmed both up for later on,  
When, showered, dried, they oned-on-one
In the bed in their caravan
As had been the prearranged plan.