Freestyle Poetry - A Kiss Like Drowning

Your kiss is like water,
tasting cool blue and satisfying,
as if drawn from a secret stream
in darkness
moon lit and wet with mystery,
a kiss like drowning,
like letting go, like floating --
soft as undetected poison
and sweet deadly.
You release me quietly ...
your kiss so like...
a black cat walking cross,
or deep Earth magic on night summer breezes,
like deception I need,
or a perfect reflection on a mountain lake surface.
There's deep currents, riptides beneath your kiss,
a sexuality too strong for weak swimmers
and vast the immortal death
in the expanse of your murmuring nudity.
A lady of the lake,
awakened,
clutching me gently,
a dove with a hawk's heart,
the dolphin and the shark,
with a kiss like trespass across Charon's river
or on Calypso's isle or in Diana's forest.
Drawn as you sometimes are,
a blade from a jewel encrusted sheath,
tempered steel, Excalibur from the lake,
as the Lady gives it,
in a kiss like yielding (but not) --
that kiss like drowning, like a cat purring,
like a seduction.