Oceans
floating unencumbered
inhabiting our dark space
words tumbled into silence
in this sacred wild place
there is no hesitation
no permission sought
rough hands upon my silky skin
the yearning they have wrought
a whispered breath is caught upon
a desperate, throaty plea
as everything you have to give
fills every part of me
in fluid movement capture
my capacity for speech
in mounting violence take me
like storm waves on a beach
unleash impassioned oceans
raging deep inside
satisfaction floods our senses
in the wake of passions tide
inhabiting our dark space
words tumbled into silence
in this sacred wild place
there is no hesitation
no permission sought
rough hands upon my silky skin
the yearning they have wrought
a whispered breath is caught upon
a desperate, throaty plea
as everything you have to give
fills every part of me
in fluid movement capture
my capacity for speech
in mounting violence take me
like storm waves on a beach
unleash impassioned oceans
raging deep inside
satisfaction floods our senses
in the wake of passions tide
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