Kraken

We were in knee high water when
I screamed
KRAKEN
and jumped on your back

you teased me
for being a competitive
maniac at frisbee
and a total weenie
at the slightest brush
of something against my leg.

I almost died!
For reals!
And you, big hero,
saved me so,
as a reward,
let me tell you about
The Kraken

let me show you
where it lives on land

And if your tentacle brushes
my thigh as I pull your shirt
over your head
I might have to
scream a little 
and jump on your lap 

wind my legs, 
(and damn, 
they really are
that long) 
around your
newly naked 
body

for protection;

might have to girlishly squeal 
save me 
if it presses against 
the thin lace
barrier of my 
panties 

(which were specially
selected for a man
with great taste 
in cuisine ) 

I might break character
and giggle 
(because fuck 
you make me smile) 
as your hands 
find that little spot 
between my ribs 
I pretend doesn't exist 

and I wriggle around on 
your lap, 
whining 
dooon't 
when you hit the other 
ticklish spot on the 
side of my neck 
with your lips

until I've wriggled my way 
to the top of the 
tentacle 
rising  
from the
abyss 

and a quick swipe of material 
to the right 
and a small shift up
sends it into my depths 

where the laughter 
sighs into a moan 
and open eyes drape shut 
head thrown back 

feeling 
you 

(fuck, the way you feel
in me)

I climb your body 
like a buoy at sea 
hoping to save myself 
or at least take you with me 
as you drown in my breasts 
and we crash 
together like waves 
breaking on a jetty 

and I knew 
I was right 
to be afraid 
of things that live 
fathoms below 

I knew that the creatures 
there would take me down 

but I didn't know 
how willing I would be 
to drown on 
the feel of your 
tongue 
tasting 
mine