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Ocean Breeze

 

Bequeath unto me thine gentle touch

      brush softly upon my face

            thine soft breath be here

      tasteth do I thine salty tears

            upon thy passing breeze

 

Cry out to me does she

      in fading embrace

Mine existence dependeth upon her flow

Mine sanity she doth sustain

Mine troubles

                        giveth up to she

                  fadeth all to but a memory

            she returneth to me:  gentle waves

                                                   tiring

                                           :  warm sunlight

                                                   fading

                                           :  salty tears

                                                   crying

 

      Senseth I thine pain

                  thine fading light

      Thou hast given unto me life

            this fleeting moment to adore

                  that from which I was born

            the circle closes upon us

                  in eternal embrace

                        link our folds

                  thine fate be mine

 

O’er she comes softly towards me

Swelling to climax on high

      take me . . . take me . . .

      she crashes to shore

      foaming upwards upon my legs

      now I am one with thee

      what rapture to be in thine embrace

            covered with thine salty wet love

      ’tis for this that I have come

      to caress thee upon the shores

 

 

      tears of joy swell within

            dripping from me

                  blending with thee

            in total ecstasy am I with thee

            in climactic loving embrace

 

Majestic beauty before me

In awe am I of thy splendor

The awesome presence of thine countenance

      humble bows I before thee

Such wealth bestoeth thee before me

Worthy of thine presence

                  now must proveth I

                  taketh all thy giveth do I

                  sustaineth mine essence

                  reborn each day am I

                  cleansed by thy rising sun

                  awed by her setting

                  romanced by thy evening moon

 

Striveth shall I to nurture thy health

      to heal the wounds I have inflicted

This miracle of life and love fleeting shall not be

Eternal by our existence

These mortal hands thou hath created

      shall return the balance to thee

 

Ocean Breeze 

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