Rolling In and Out
last rays plié upon the backdrop
enriched with iridescent hues
bent towards nightly needs
warm waves of welcome rush
overcome in white and red
surrendering, we blush
brushing bodies by the sea
touching you, touching me
an intimate portrait displayed
tangled up and craved
an interlaced rendezvous
each and every shadow previewed
soft kisses thrown to the breeze
more than just another tease
skin stripping skin
lost breaths
gasp amid starlit skies
rolling in and out
with the tide
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