Water
The nakedness of water,
Its tender, pulsing flow,
It weaves around my lover's body,
Holding her close as she swims.
Touching every morsel of her,
Spiraling in her fingers,
Caressing the webs of her toes,
It surrounds her, and holds her up,
Not missing any part of her.
Even the ocean makes me jealous.
The nakedness of water,
Its tender, pulsing flow,
It weaves around my lover's body,
Holding her close as she swims.
Touching every morsel of her,
Spiraling in her fingers,
Caressing the webs of her toes,
It surrounds her, and holds her up,
Not missing any part of her.
Even the ocean makes me jealous.
July 2012
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