My hands find you
Gasping, groping, moaning for more
As my lips kiss through
The tides of wanting
Shaking breath loose
My tongue silently hunting
For a climax to induce

My hands find you
Grinning, rolling, taking control
As you move to dominate
The tides forever turning
Pushing and pulling
Teasing the pauses of yearning
Looking down upon me
Like the Queen of Tides
Forever churning

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