chiming bell, ringing,
sounding the sea's laughter,
you drift to shore
on fire and glowing,
moonlit.
you come to me with the tide
and i roll out in your surf,
lost in your touch,
tied to your kiss.
always this hunger, this thirst,
appetite for your wine's flesh.
blissful lips fresh with a smile
point to her eye-colored skies.
i love the way your waves
crash, ecstatic next to me
when the sea swells
and the only thing left
is our salted skin, oceanic,
and those bells chiming laughter.
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