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High Tide

Your presence is the sound of the tide
Echoing in from the sea.
I feel it growing
Approaching me.

Then you touch and the waters swell.
I inhale, exhale
And envision you retreating.

Rebuilding, touch turns to hold
Your warmth rolls
Over my skin
Wanting you within.

You hesitate, back away - But only for an instant.

You are the ocean and I, the shore.
As before, you wash upon me,
Caress me
Cover me

I gasp as you crash within me
Simply wanting more.

You pause, step back, gaze- But only for an instant.

-Courtney