Ripples

The ripples caress me,

Smooth and gentle.

I barely feel them;

like floating on a cloud

but more fluid

more free.

The parts of me feel

seamless. Apart and

yet still together.

The more the ripples

move, the more I feel

the ripples, it creates

electricity. Shocking

pulses that vibrate

my bones.

Tender ripples

rip me tenderly.

I writhe, I squirm,

I slide, I slither.

My pleasure,

the ripples.