Here you are again…my love
Laying astride my salty shores
Giggling, as a thousand
Of my tiny tongues lap at you toes
Laughing, as my foamy froth caresses your feet
Gasping, as I surge upward between your thighs
And swirl swiftly around your waist
You cry out as I lift your breast
Like boats upon my tide,
And spray a million little kisses across your lips
You are afloat--we are one
Rising and falling,
Rising and falling,
My waves crashing
Forceful~~~yet tender
Against the beaches of your surrender
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