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Rocking like the ocean The black sea foam of my hair washing over you Moving slowly, cresting, then crashing on your rocks The tide rising and wrapped around you My arms rise and drench you My finger rivulets tracing lines down your back My breath in my teeth like splashing sea spray I feel you stretched out on the white sand of my skin My soft sigh like distant cresting waves We are wet and shipwrecked Drowned in rapture |