On The Rocks

THE RIVER'S RIPPLES O'ER A BED OF ROCKS RIDES
WITH TICKLING SOUNDS ON BARE NIPPLES' TIPS
CARESSING THE SHOALS' FAIREST CURVES WHILE IT SLIPS
THROUGH THE ANGLER'S HEAVEN WHERE THE RAINBOW HIDES.
THE CLEAR WATERS' SENSUOUS ENERGY GLIDES
O'ER THE DARKENED DEPTHS OF NOOKS WHERE THE SPRAY SLIPS
ONTO SPARKLING MOSSY BANKS ABOVE POOLS AND GRIPS
BURIED BOULDERS CONTRASTING THE SHADED LIGHT WHICH CONFIDES
THE SECRET BED WHERE NUDE BEAUTY ABIDES...
AND THE ANGLER'S PRIZE LIKE A MERMAID DRIPS
DRY IN THE WARM SUN WHERE SHE BARES FLESH AND STRIPS
TO BATHE IN NATURE'S LOVE ABOVE SIMMERING TIDES
IN THE BOSOM OF MOSSY-ROCKS' VELVETIEEN SIDES
WHILE THE FISH JUMP WITH SPLASHES IN GENTLE-ARCS' FLIPS
CRYING-OUT WITH HER HEAT- COOK THIS CATCH WITH DESIRE
WHERE THE ROLLING RIVER CRACKLES LIKE MELLOW FIRE