I AM SAILING (APOLOGIES TO ROD STEWART)

I am sailing, I am tailing  
in a yacht out on the sea,    
with a blonde out on the waters    
who's sunbathing textile free.    
    
In her sunning she looked stunning,    
I could not keep my eyes away.    
Soon my feeling had no concealing    
when she beckoned me come her way.........   
     
We were lying, saw fish flying,    
as from the deck we viewed the sea,    
drank rum-cola, moved in closer,    
body touching on body........  
 
Things got cosy playing toesie,  
as she draped a leg on my knee,  
then she shifted while yacht drifted  
till her thighs were astride of me........
 
Long hair flouncing, bosoms bouncing
with the rise and fall of the sea,
mesmerising (not surprising)
was her chest right in front of me........
  
I was rising to fullest sizing,    
piquing her curiosity,    
got  hands straying on me, playing,    
pulled my shorts down past my knee......    
     
I got stripping off, then tipping    
myself into her wet pussy.    
Her legs parted, then we started    
romping madly, passionately......    
     
Interlocking, while waves rocking    
under our wood-on-water bed,    
we were riding on the tiding    
sometimes giving each other head.    
     
Could you hear me, could you hear me,    
as we made love upon the sea,    
hear the straining of the draining    
of myself into her pussy?    
   
When relaxing post-climaxing,    
we were sweaty and sticky    
so to finish we fulfilled wish    
to skinny-dip in the sea......