Whimpering, she writhes
When strong hand, he slides
Slick and slow and deep swirling,
Spreading oil across tight skin
Pressing into stuck sinew
Too deep, she screams.
The knot broken, she lay limp.
Eyelids like shades
Rolling down and up slowly
Oiled fingers draw glistening
Lines around her sides
Cresting and receding upon her breasts
Like tendrilled waves, leaving shined lines
Running south like laced rivers
Oiled fingers meander
Merging in her moist coulee
Stirring a maelstrom in her warming waters.