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I woke up this morning,
Surrounded by pleasure,
Swimming in its depths.
It threatened to overwhelm.
Pull me down. Drown me.
Capsize my mind and body.
With a deep breath, and his steady hand,
I rode waves of erotic pleasure.
Allowing them to crest and fall around me.
I would not die from this desire
But swim in it. Relish it. Crave it.
Be energized and strengthened by it.
I believed myself to be
The master of the wave,
Controlling my lust and desire.
With a swift hand,
He took me down again
To drown us both in his desires.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday. This week's prompt is to write a sexy story set on the Titanic. Instead, I focused on a very nice drowning feeling I had this morning. Excuse my feeble attempts at poetry.