Pure-bred heart

Was darkened by the umbra of temptation

To yield to a moist fantasy

Time-ensued, sin-imbued, and out-lasting bliss

Where girl and woman met at an estuary

As freshwater was salted by the inflow of brine

While the ripple of a river pledged her body

To the tide of the ocean

Where sin flows and ebbs as the wind rises an octave

Where a girl’s essence dilutes

To the infinite possibilities

Of her body’s empowerment  – like the wrath of the waves

Crashing and crumbling in undulating desire

Yet harboring one glorious secret – what silently cries to be unveiled in time

A buxom woman of the seven seas

Waiting for the arms of serendipitous fate

To be desalinated

By the truest source of love