Rising and falling like the ocean's tide.
Bodies undulating like stormy seas.
Tumultuous trip, no passion to hide.
Love's sails billowing in the warming breeze.

Waves crashing over them once and again.
Saturating both souls as they perspire
and thrust with each sigh and moan to begin
taking each other to places higher

than either has been before this moment.
Stars twinkle in the moonless, black night sky.
Awakening spirits who've laid dormant
for too long. Oh, reaching pinnacles, high.

Crossing passion's line to exquisite bliss,
to find the perfection of true love's kiss.