Wave after wave

Flickering fairy lights wrap our hair,
Stillness in sound brushing our ears,
Butterfly touches on my thigh
Kisses that overwhelm yet serene
Smiles teasing eyes. Eyes teasing smiles,

A gush of tenderness, intimacy splashes across our chests,
A gush of yearning and passion receding to splash again

Wave after wave, we are wet and drenched and lost in the sea from our bodies.
Wave after wave, we tire of not tiring this.
Wave after wave, we just let them consume, cover and cloak.
Wave after wave, we marvel at each other, ourselves and everything in between.

Like a sunset in the sea.

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