McBeth.
I have ocean sounds in my ear this morning
ebb twisting itself over flow...
with the image of you above me
in front of me
behind me rocking,
looking at all of me, quaking
sweating, discovering,
robustly starting,
sharing,
claiming, continuing,
given to wanting
giving in to being wanted.
I could watch the reflection
being uncovered
flesh thrusting into flesh
in the mirror again
and again
and I hear the ocean in you
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