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Wading About


Wading about
the shallow gentle seas,
testing the waters
of her conviction
The winds changed
suddenly, unexpectedly
as the tides of her desire
took me by storm
drowning me
in the flood
of her emotions
I clung to the driftwood
the vestiges of my senses
being washed ashore
on her undulating
curved forms painting
her picture on my eyes
the vision, I awoke to see
all the remaining days
of my life


5 thoughts on “Wading About

      1. There sure are. And now working (even part time) and learning a new job just zaps me of any energy … it’s a fine balance isn’t it.


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