Where earth meets sea
You make love to me.
It all happens at the sea shore
Something we both adore.
The earth's hard, dry crust, nothing can devour
Yet he yields to her fearsome yet soothing power.
Freely he gives part of himself to her crashing waves.
Her tenderness and flow is that which he craves.
He is wooed into submission; she mounts him escaping her bounds.
In and out the savage tide rolls, ebb and flow and thunderous sounds.
Constantly they attempt to unite in some fashion.
But the seashore is where they consume each other’s passion.
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