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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