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On Ocean’s Edge
We laid on Ocean’s edge,
Under Northern Skies,
Waves crashing relentlessly on polished rocks,
As seabirds searching for silver in the blue green roils.
Bathed in the soft warmth of afternoon,
Your cheek resting on my chest,
Fair hand cupping a source of pleasure,
And urging it to life.
I looked up and smiled,
Inhaling the moment,
And felt the familiar surge,
As lips and tongue joined fingers.
As you had your fill,
And my breathing slowed,
I took your hips to my face,
And it became time for you.