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Adrift by Choice
Lingering, the taste of seawater on your heated skin, my tongue ebbs in the pools of you.
The moonlight hovers in the ink of night, illuminating the lessening 'scapes between us. Words are whispered;
Want made flesh.
Here, this shadowed sand and sea,
Is all.
The moonlight hovers in the ink of night, illuminating the lessening 'scapes between us. Words are whispered;
Want made flesh.
Here, this shadowed sand and sea,
Is all.
Published 7th Oct 2018
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