She likes to rise,
But I like to fall—
Fall into the depths of her lap,
For her bosom, soft as night, cradles me whole.
She rises with strength, defiant and proud,
While I surrender, weightless, to her embrace,
Drawn to the quiet, the calm, the tender unknown.

Where she soars to conquer the skies,
I drift below, into her tides—
Not in defeat, but in reverence,
For the ocean of her being calls me home.
She rises with fire; I fall with grace,
Together, we dance in our perfect space.

For in falling, I do not lose—
I find the diamonds at the meeting of her thighs,
The treasures of love, of touch, of truth.
She rises, and I fall,
Two forces in motion,
Bound to the rhythm of one endless ocean.

RSD