Soft Elastical Wetness

Ocean sprays me open. Magical sea creatures bite into my fantasies. Water makes me wet. Bondage ties me to inner desires of total liberation. Sea Algae... Am I the only one who knows they are the SEAXXXIST beings on this planet? Their dance at tide edge, their plateau of colors and textures. Mmmmm. Here I lay on the sun soaked rocky shore, totally submitted to their ancient beauty. I beg for their touch, for I am burning to be caressed, tangled, bound, wiped & fed by their soft elastical wetness.