--NO PAST, NO FUTURE, NO SUN

                                  Carnal Buoyancy

        You are having a one-night stand.  With the ocean.  It’s better this way.  No need for prophylactics or pyrotechnics.  If you project the right amount of moaning the waves will circle back, make you cum again, help you see God for real.  Your desire for the ocean is elastic and insatiable, as vast as its rippled belly, as deep as its recessed sea caves.  There are things you want to do to that watery mouth, those swirling eddies.  My, your mind is such a dirty fish, I never knew.  No need for restraints, handcuffs or French maid frills.  This is a sure thing.  A piece of cake, red velvet in fact.  So, go ahead and use your tongue, your teeth and nails, nibble, probe, tug at the swells, get drenched, lap up some foam.  Who the fuck needs foreplay when there’s crest after crest, eager for fellating?  How about a hat trick?  It’s like riding a bike.  It’s like taking a number, any number.  Yeah, have a ball (wink wink).  Grind away.  You don’t need my permission.  You never did.