Late goodbyes and lullabies linger in the room as darkness falls over my bed. I cannot help but to imagine that the baritone sounds that are expelled from your pink supple lips are magnificently making love to my eardrums. The coolness of the breeze hardens my nipples, causing them to stand erect, along with the trident that holds strong, down, below see level. The image of the color of your skin wrapped around mine, it possesses my consciousness leading me to remember what I look like inside of your great ocean. Swimming deeper and deeper, beneath the surface of the motherland. I find you there, lying, waiting, there, for me to see you and embrace you; lead you into me, closer and closer until ultimately our essence becomes one. One mind, one body, one spirit floating in the deep dark ocean passing all the amberjacks and sargos; rubbing our body's on the rough coral to match pain with pleasure. It is an incredible journey that only my king is capable of making. You reach me, beseech me to put pressure in the north of the cavern so that the x is sure to be plundered. It is like fire in my soul and ice in my veins graduating me to a new plane of consciousness, moving beyond conventional methods of love making and evolving into gods that are without separate forms. We are one in this ocean. We are one in this bed. We are one in this empty room, even though I lie here alone. Dedicated to @blaqzart