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I am drenched

in you

as you wash

through my pores

I am quenched

in tsunami

as it pushes down

my door

I am splayed

to all four corners

exposed to your eye

My veins are frayed

from suffered hautings,

'Til you

rock my tender tide

My torso is taut

to meet liquid lips

all these dirty,

silky thoughts

controlling my hips

We share a

rushing river language

speaking deftly in tongues

You penetrate my soul

as I breathe air into

your lungs

So take me on an

underwater journey

down the crash

of your shore

I want to drown

in this ocean

and come to life

with a roar

 

Poem by Lora Lee

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