First it was just the tip
one lazy painted toe at a time
slow ripples peaked in phases
of timeless motion amidst
moon shadowed light reflecting
gently upon a quiet desert oasis.

It whispered drink me, encased
I remove the only layer of clothing
hindering my decent into heaven
in the shadows cradled, cradled
by lush symbolism of greener days.

Eased onto an orgasmic plane of
bliss, suddenly within my dreamscape
I am there, awake, moving through,
surrounded by cool mountain water