Concentrating on the laws of buoyancy
I drop my mind into the groove
Tongues of water lap gently under my feet
Titillating and tantalising with guile intent
Gentle rasp rippling an induced rhythm
Too much to tickle, too little to hurt
Tuned perfect harmonics
Sweet Loreli’s song
Aerates my head and soul
Testosterone spiked flushes
Raise an extra dimension
Sucking tension through the soles of my feet
Opening and washing wounds
Swirling, soaking, removing trapped debris
My sins are washed away
The delirium residual of severe application
I dare not indulge or my toes will drag me down
And my mind jump from the groove
The spell will be broken
And I hear the baby cry