Climax...

Obeisance, your kindly gesture as if captains of ships passing close in the night, within human reach, breaching 'quatic laws, yet, e'er in romance - of this sea, this sea this magnificent sea. So...What of it, lov', let us dance; it's just you, me, yes, and the sea! You curtsy, knees dexterously bent, your skirt hugging curves, like black paint on canvass- and looking so tastefully you. [Oui, tres en-vogue] You wink...I smile like the night before, when we swam for hours, deep...so very deep- upon a white capped rush, sudden thrust 'n surge tips foam like cream whipped and sweet, a la carte, with mornings exchange of honeyed mist. Dawn's tide had come......, climaxing the night; 'neath a fresh sunrise with a sense of replete, sensually clamorous, and much to a random fishermans dismay, sitting dockside, cursing the fast fleeing Flounder, his intended, expected - 'catch' of the day'! [El est amour, mon ami]! C'est fini/FjR © MMXIX-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR