by Laura Marks
(05/07/03)
I watch the sun licking other bodies through the
water. The light like kisses trailing my body,
covering my arms, discovering the curve of my neck,
rolling over me as I arch my back, twining around my
legs, patterns of light, lines of bright white
against blue water, tumbling between my legs, tongues
like flames exciting me, propelling me forward, then
melting into memory as another stroke begins, the
pattern to repeat as long as I wish.
It is this I live for, that brief moment when we are
bound so tightly, where it is impossible to
distinguish body from light from water. A craving I
can taste, a need that burns, a desire to submerge
myself in eternity.
I slice through the water, my hair billows around me
like Medusa's snakes, grasping for ropes that will
bind me. The warmth of a first kiss excites me, my
skin tingling in anticipation. My arms reach forward,
my legs separate, hoping, begging for touch. First, a
fluttering on the back of one leg, then the other, as
tendrils slowly, excruciatingly wrap around each limb.
A whisper at the crux of my knee, a tickling near my
ankle, fingers tracing their way up the inside of each
leg. Not in unison, one hand higher than the other,
prolonging the sensation.
While fingers explore my skin, my neck feels, first
the coolness of the air, then warmth like waves
breaking, pulling me back into their arms. My body
comes alive, moisture flows from my sex, welcoming my
lover. The light plays with me, teasing the insides
of my thigh, exploring my skin, licking, tasting,
kissing. I continue forward, binding myself tighter
with each thrust. Sensation quickly runs down my
back, hands firmly grasp my buttocks, pulling the
cheeks apart as water flows through the crack, a
tongue rimming my ass. I arch my back, trying to
guide fingers towards my cunt which is aching with
need. Soft laughter fills my ears as I realize I am
too tightly bound to dictate touch or movement. I
surrender, for the moment. As the last vestiges of
control slip away I finally feel tongues and fingers
envelop my pussy. I am in thrall to these wisps of
light and the feel of water lapping at my very
essence.
I respond to this panoply of lovers with every fiber
of my being, relishing each taste, returning each
touch, stroke for stroke. A cock enters me ever so
slowly, my vagina expanding to accommodate the
swelling. The geography of my inner walls kissing,
sucking, fondling, marking its journey. My cunt
muscles contract on withdrawal, memorizing shape and
texture. The moment of loss that comes upon exit is
balanced with the fullness of recurring penetration.
The rocking motion of this exquisite fucking releases
my clit from its hood. Tongues of light converge at
its apex, lapping with great abandon.
My chest presses into the water, my nipples hard with
passion. The water I displace surrounds me like a
cocoon, soft, comforting. The air and light dance
upon my body, faster and faster, their feet rippling
with laughter welcoming me. The intensity of it
leading me to climax and a willingness to lock myself
to only this, discarding all else.
With that comes panic. I lunge forward, breaking free,
only to be bound again as the initial propulsion
pales. My hands cup the water as one would a breast.
My head breaks through the surface. With heaving
breaths I gulp in air like a fish out of water. I
descend again, then rise. I swim, breathing, denying
breath, breathing, denial. The rhythm echoing in my
ears, fear drumming into my soul.
I once saw, on television, whales mating. Moving
effortlessly through water, side by side, a giant cock
arcing across the other, following the curve of her
body, reaching nearly the circumference. They travel
this way for days, fucking through hundreds of miles
of water.
It is this scale of intimacy that drives me. To fuck
like that, to savor, to explore, to taste and touch so
completely, would bring us to orgasms of unfathomable
intensity.
As I remember, my breathing steadies. My fears float
away as if they never bound me. I close my eyes,
smiling as the light coils around me, holding me
buoyant. My limbs reach out, gathering whispers of
grace and beauty and love. I blanket myself within
them. Once again I am caught in an intricate dance of
light, water and life.
