satin-silk ripples caressing my skin
calm, lingering, lapping, lacing the shore
wide open stretches for you and me
time….take all the time you need
no rush, no push.
it’s different back home
where waves are impatient,
rising, falling, shoving, tumbling
turbulent, roughly-demanding waves
keep coming! keep coming!
but on Love’s Beach there’s time
for play, languidly,longingly
there, there, keep it right there.
one more lap – one last lap!
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