biding my tide

The soft plump of goats milk pushes back against my lips. I did not expect this. Is it the wine that makes it so pleasing; after all, the two are a pairing. The skin is also dairy smooth; I had not thought about touching it until now. Do I like this buttery softness? I cannot help but melt a little beneath its weight, incredulously. I think about exploring but instead I allow myself to be explored. I do not yet feel the need to journey the folds of that land, but rather, to let my body be the voyage. Whispers sail past my ears. How strangely my mind responds, laughing, curious, enticed. What happens to this ocean as I let the voyager attempt to navigate my waters. I let it all flow through me while the moon's silver sliver reflects upon my surface.