waves coming ashore
turbulent waters wetting
those gentle somethings
heavily breaking
mound, once pristine shoreline
pierced flesh, pumping numb
turgid plunging shaft
swashing suppositions probe
deep, opening; thrusts
thawed small beginnings
reach thrashing passionate ends
once closed doors open
within this confine
each vibrant thirst reigns supreme
tight, honey glazed door
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