SKINNY DIPPING

SKINNY DIPPING

Listen ….

Please, this time, just turn away
She murmured, just this time

Listen, listen

To the fizz of fastenings on the slide
And the subtle susurration of descending silk

Listen

To the mutterings of messages along the nerves
And the slough of urgent tides within the blood

Listen, listen

To the heartfelt sigh and hesitant whisper
You can look now. Yes you can look.

Look

At her peach and apricot skin tinged plum
In the spectral rays of the sinking sun

Look, look

At the sweet curves and swellings and sweeter grooves
And the fine gold fuzz turned flame in the sun’s last flares

Look

At her eyes alight and a-sparkle in the rainbow night
And the tender sight of arms held wide and welcoming

Look, look

As she turns and walks all sway and sensuous swing
Towards the waiting waters of the sunburst lake

Learn

The chill and shock of shallows close to shore
Grow warmer as we deeper and much closer wade

Yes learn

Her tender touch as she slowly turns and twines
And suddenly turns, arches, dives, displays all charms

Learn again

Her lissom water ballet and svelte aquatic grace
Just graze your body while you stand and gaze

Oh yes, and learn

The tiny wavelets stroke your skin, whilst a little fish
[your diving girl] nips and nibbles with such tender lips