Poems to the Ocean

I would rather be ::: the beholder of beauty ::: than the beautiful

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Seven hours of silence

Tell me
How you came
To rest
The dove of your softness
Upon my beating heart
Your naked presence
Exposed
Only for me
Oh tell me
All about
Seven hours
Of lovemaking
On a white sandy beach
The sun our witness
Whisper to me
Of
What pleasures you
Tantric taboos
And dragon tattoos
And seven hours
Of silence
With you