Perpetual Emotions - Poem by Hanna Collins
Lovingly she caresses the man beneath her,
Fingers gently dancing across his chest,
Swirls and twirls traced along his skin.
‘Neath the moonlight, plays this scene.
Morning comes and with it light,
So begins an angry fight.
Loving caresses turn to scrapes along his chest,
Fingers into fists of fury,
Like a man he takes his beating,
And so begins it all again,
The story of the sea and sand.
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