Two pink fish swim near the sand
Their eyes see clear ahead.
Pucker and purse themselves together
They only speak of rest.
Chapped fins pulsate as they move
In motion, they form words.
I’d like to hear their soothing voice
But splashes sound absurd.
Sleepy sounds I cannot hear
They make me want to swim
I slip within their sea born web they’ve
Threaded on a whim.
The fish who swim together
Now drift slowly apart.
They speak to me of lust
And I wish to win their heart.
I watch their rounded, puffy skin
It pouts and shimmers, drenched.
If only I could suck on them
My thirst might then be quenched
I lick my lips to taste them
Soft and fat and sweet
They’ve promised me no promises
Only their flesh and meat
Two fish swim together,
My mouth and theirs the same
I get to taste their puffy pink,
And they my weakened frame.
I'm drowning now, but it’s too late
I’ve sunken deep within.
But two pink fish are soothing me,
As they caress my skin.
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