A lover asked me
to be her rock
and I agreed.
On the moon tide
she ebbed
far out to sea
leaving me
naked and raw
upon the shore.
Then
after a while
back she flowed
gurgling and fizzing
round my bare rock
her spumed up sultriness
teased my longing ****
And in this way
in the ebb and flow
long months we loved
until she ebbed
more than she flowed
and I chose
to no longer live
marooned
on a barren rock.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
A lover asked me
to be her rock
and I agreed.
On the moon tide
she ebbed
far out to sea
leaving me
naked and raw
upon the shore.
Then
after a while
back she flowed
gurgling and fizzing
round my bare rock
her spumed up sultriness
teased my longing ****
And in this way
in the ebb and flow
long months we loved
until she ebbed
more than she flowed
and I chose
to no longer live
marooned
on a barren rock.
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