The Wave

When the souls of two people meet,
Their scent of each other, they breathe deep.
Warm and caressing, fingers stroke the skin,
Lust and longing, stirs deep within.

Embers smouldering, burst into flame,
Two souls joined together, never to be the same.
Waves of passion rise forming a crest,
Then thunder down over those that ride them.

Foaming waves race up the shore,
Then recede, swirling, heading back for more.
Bodies left abandoned, drenched and glistening
But sated and entwined from now until eternity.

The Wave

Marg

Yankalilla, Australia

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