Dive in your waters Deepest, never will I sound Your depths; my love swims.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Dive in your waters Deepest, never will I sound Your depths; my love swims.
My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask
I cannot decide Which vexes me more: your gaze Or its withdrawal.
I was fighting with My shadow when I saw your Window light. I flew Up to catch a glimpse Of your beauty in the night.
She holds me down and Cuts the hair out of my ears. That’s true monkey love.
I once did glide on Solar winds, but transfixed by Your magnetosphere