Beach girl, beach pearl –
I’ll dive for you.
I’ll weld into your swimmer's form.

Take off your wrap, reveal your tan
Close in the spectrum to the orange sand.
White costume iridescent –
Moon in sunlight.

I’ll peel for you –
You find my body good; you make it great.
Flash black tingling on my hips
Our currents charged in sight.

Come take the plunge with me;
Let’s match our thrusting limbs and muscles;
Let’s arch and stretch in our exuberance;
Let’s dive into a clinch.

We’ll sunbathe, see our second element
Rise into vapour.

In premonition of a tidal wave
We'll peel our costumes down,
Reveal raw beauty, fuse into each other.

Your half-man muscles matching my deep thrust
Turned feminine delicate at your edges,
By your edges.

And time waits, breathless as we come;
In love we are the ocean,
All currents, eddies, tides and whirlpools –
We are the real fire water!

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