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her legs spread forth,
knees supporting an open harbor

twin ports standing at the apex,
pulsating beacons calling for sailor's return.

further inland, he unleashes a calm wind
the gentle breeze moving downward from her neck,
tiny hairs flexing and waning

goosebumps rising like mountains, rising to the same
pulsing rhythm of her hips

he makes a single reach around her core,
placing a silicon buoy into the open sea
before shifting her forward and down

silicon on flesh,
flesh shifting and stretching,
taking solace in it's arrival

before her sigh has waned he
announces his arrival

his ship presses at the gates of her remaining port
more slowly and gently

with buoy and ship docked they rock to the tide
rising up and falling down together
until at last the cries of jubilation have exhausted themselves