How gentle our eyes met.
Ocean wide, and beautiful.
My dreams are now fertile.
Eyes open, breath held
and losing ourselves.
A wave has struck,
over and over.
As if all pleasure,
was physical
Sleeping in the shadow
How gentle our eyes met.
Ocean wide, and beautiful.
My dreams are now fertile.
Eyes open, breath held
and losing ourselves.
A wave has struck,
over and over.
As if all pleasure,
was physical
Lovely!
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