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she comes, moaning

The ocean is a woman
And she calls to me like a lover lost
I yern for her salted embrace
Wanting to be close enough to hear the gentle lapping of her
The rough sway of her
Washing over my body
Cool womb of blue and green and grey

The ocean is a woman
I love her every way she comes
Moaning her siren’s song
I feel dry and parched and thristy without her near
I want to smell her on my skin
I want to spend all day inside her
I want to taste her on my tongue
Feel her on my skin
Breathe in the scent of her

The ocean is a woman
She will love you as long as you respect her
And I long to be lost in her depths
I need to ride across the waves of her body

I love all of her ripples and wetness
I dream of laying in bed at night and being close enough to hear her breathing
In and out
In and out
In and out

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