A pearl of beauty,
She floats
In the fog
Of smoke and dim light,
Awaiting her captain.
He drifts through the crowd,
A sea of twisting forms
That undulates with the tide
Of laughter and music.
Eyes meet
Over the flow of bodies,
The tiny fake flames
Of electric candles
Burning her face
Into his soul.
A honey smile
Drips promise and seduction
As she raises her glass
In salute
To his approach.
Oh, to be that glass
As it touches
The fire of her lips,
Feel the heat
Of their kiss.
Just as he nears,
She slides from her perch,
A serpentine creature,
Winding around the mast
Of his taut form.
A gaze so steady,
Not to be fathomed
By the faint of heart,
He dives headlong
Into their depths.
He sees the moon
Reflected then shattered
Into shards of scattering light
Under the mirrored ceiling
Of their universe.
The feel of cool water
On his face,
Her supple fingers
Tracing the line of his cheek.
Soft laughter at his ear
Like a sultry breeze
As her arms wind their way
Across his back.
His resolve melts
At the sight
Of her marble flesh
Against the leather
Of his skin.
He braves the ocean
Of crushing bodies,
Cutting through the swells,
His bounty in tow.
Into the night
He goes in search
Of safe haven,
A secret place
Where he can enjoy
His coveted cargo.
A neon sign,
Like a beacon in the night,
Answers his prayers.
Inside a small room
He spreads his treasure
Across the cotton sheets,
Runs his fingers
Through the gold
Of her silken hair.
Her sighs
Fill the sails
Of his desire.
The undulating swell
Of hips,
The soft sheen
Of her breasts
Hypnotize,
Drawing him deeper
Into her sweet abyss.
As the storm
Of their passion rages,
He knows
All is lost,
He will not be
Recounting this tale
Of two ships
Passing in the night.
But he sinks
Below the waves
Of her mystery
And drowns
In the sea
Of her ecstacy
With no regret.

... Moone

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