Rowing Through Stormy Seas
Stormy seas have hit our bay,
tight fit for words edgeway,
where's the carefree fun and play?
watching every word I say.
This argument, I forget who started,
compassion seems far departed,
to our corners off we darted,
like Red seas that mose's parted.
It pains me to see you act like this,
your forked tongue, it's venomous hiss,
caress hurts away with a kiss,
it's the little things that I miss.
The passions that do alight,
from our feuding silly fight,
made love through the night,
as orgasm's peaked in sheer delight,
each other's arms we await the morning light.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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