Her Rolling Wrist Caresses His Body In Romance.
For She Is Outlandish To His Seacret Lips.
Two Majestic Worlds In One Tragic Dance.
She Struggles To Surface, He Loses His Grips.
Forever She's Cried, Endless In Sound
Forever She's Writhed, Testing His Ground.
To Land Her Lips Upon His Sea-King Heart
To Sea His Grip Within Her Arms
He Waits; He Waits.
She Waves; She Waves.
~MoJoe
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