The tide reclined, a lover at my feet,
its breath a whisper threading through my hair;
I walked the edge where sand and water meet,
each step a secret, bare, and trembling there.
The moon unveiled her silver, slow caress,
her fingers sketched the curves I could not hide;
I opened like the sea in soft excess,
my body pulsed in rhythm with the tide.
The salt became a kiss upon my skin,
the waves a murmur rising in my chest;
their rolling touch awoke a fire within,
a yearning deeper than the ocean’s rest.
And in that dusk, I yielded to the sea—
its ebb and swell had taken hold of me.
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