I can't get enough of your eyes
and I can feel the soft skin of your inner thighs on my cheeks
this is lovely, purely lovely
A woman so oceanic, moonpulled and tidal
sometimes softly laps at my shoreline, sometimes tears at it
with raked fingernails
Always, always, always
to moisten me
and to draw my mountains into the depth of her bosom
the earth levels out like that
in perfect symmetry
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