Swimming

Soft blue clear it calls me your sea. I run fully clothed, I surrender myself to the hands of your waves. Your hands, strong, have lifted my skirt, my dress up to my neck. Head bowed, I let you take off take away all the coverings from this body. Far, far from the shore your long sighs are in my ear with your soft mouth everywhere on my body and all of being, my love, ah! blue clear...