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Shipwreck Lovers

poem

· poetry

A Poem

Subtle waves bending the boat,

limbs locked with lips entwined and hair tangled;

pressure from your body kissing my skin,

cells ingrained with the ebb of the tide;

the taste of your soul,

I think I’ve lost myself inside of you.

Hands raking through wet hair,

your words lingering between our lips;

we are raw beauty.

Move slowly, let your hands linger where they wish;

kiss deeply, let them engulf my thoughts,

speak softly, let them penetrate the still air;

I will rise to meet you

where your kisses brush the hull of my body, where we break,

as shipwreck lovers on the tide.

By Riah Raine

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