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Like a wave
2025-04-21
I hear the waves,
crashing into voices like the wind,
dying against the shore,
I cross over from death.
In your unquenchable appetite,
I am the sea-weed,
clinging to the soaked rocks
in the cold, blue waters of your earth.
Your touches land on me,
on the edge of my sand, half wet, half dry.
I feel your pleasure opening
as my mouth and tongue revive.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
crashing into voices like the wind,
dying against the shore,
I cross over from death.
In your unquenchable appetite,
I am the sea-weed,
clinging to the soaked rocks
in the cold, blue waters of your earth.
Your touches land on me,
on the edge of my sand, half wet, half dry.
I feel your pleasure opening
as my mouth and tongue revive.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
