Welcome to my 34th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Waves. I can’t believe it’s been five months since I joined in with this meme. I don’t know where the time has gone. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:
This week’s prompt is a suggestion by Mrs Fever:
They crash and roll, splash and shush; they wash against shores and ripple through otherwise still waters. The most damaging waves stand stories tall above the surface, but the strongest waves are never visible to the naked eye, because they are moving deep under the surface.
I love the sea, watching the waves soothes me. Even when they’re big and stormy, crashing against the shore with such force that they leave their mark. There is something reassuring about them. They are steadfast, constant…it is only their intensity that changes. The waves are always there; little surface ripples and deep underwater currents. I find them comforting. If my mood is low or I am anxious, walking along a beach or seafront helps me feel better. It makes me feel connected to the earth.
I often use waves and the associated terminology to describe orgasms because for me that is how my orgasms feel, like the tide coming in. The way they can ebb and flow, the rush in and out, lots of little ripples that build up to a crashing finish.
I’m not great at poetry, so I don’t do it very often but it felt right, for this theme. I hope you enjoy it…
His finger traces down me
Outlining my curves,
like patterns on sand.
Skimming downwards, teasing,
his finger sliding lower.
His mouth finding my nipple,
tasting, sucking, biting.
The waves start to build inside me,
as his mouth and fingers go to work.
He teases me with them,
causing the tide inside me
to ebb and flow.
Lifting me up, and dropping me down,
No thoughts, I can only feel.
My toes curl, and my knees weaken
as the first wave hits me.
Then I’m lost, adrift,
floating out with the tide.