Fingertips row across ruby lips,ruffling waves in her hair and wherever I look she is there,keeping,
on a boat,on the sea,inviting me to take a dip,jump in feet first and take a magical trip.
I slip overboard,
there is a roaring sound
I feel no solid ground,
in the deep.
She keeps me in suspense,tense and thrilling,willing me to surrender,render to her what is due,
I woo her tenderly,deep in the ocean of what becomes our sea,
and the boat floats away.
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