- Erotic Poetry
- Taste of Salt
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Ocean rising from feet
To ankles
To calves
Memories flood and fill
Every available space
Tingles from a gaze
A playful grab
Glimpses of straps
And skin
Water rises to hips
Current begins to push
Offsets center of gravity
Feel the sway of
Warm breath and soft lips against neck
Breasts and thighs pressed close
Head and hair in hands
Dizziness
Existing only
in a single smell
or a single touch
A rogue wave
Sweeps and spins and tumbles
Direction unknown
Vision clouded
Nails dig deep
Moans uncontrolled
Limbs wrapped around
And pushed down
And held up
Sweat
And slow smiles
And looks of pain
which aren't
Extents of self lost
Emptying chaos into
And onto
One another
To make room for
Stillness
And clarity
Standing again
Waves receding
Grasping desperately at water
Anything to hold on
Feeling it glide through my fingers
Mercilessly away
Don't set me down
Please
It finds its own path
Away
As it evaporates
Only the cool air remains
The taste of salt
Wondering
If I ever swam at all
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