beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

waves

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Along the beach

as the wind blew

did not bring a coat

so i could feel everything

tasted the salt in the air

breathed in and held it

until my lungs burned

here i am myself

bearing what needs

to be borne

art gathers in my fingers

buds on my soft,full lips

nature tells me i have pages

to write

stories to tell

do you read them all?

including the private thoughts

captured on paper

i send them to you

regardless

i shudder not with cold

but with the force of

my wanting.

i would whisper

a caress and it would

leave bruises in its wake

take my hand

hear how i love you

in the roar of the

waves

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