Let us adore the wonderful blue,
immersed in its illicit embrace;
when water droplets
make tight muscles glisten.
Immersed in its illicit embrace,
we can embark on
disingenuous, aqueous kisses.
When water droplets
harbour our narcissistic wreckage,
they recall our shadowy eroticism.
Make tight muscles glisten,
so we can adore the wonderful blue,
febrile in our cupidity.
An attempt at trimerics - enjoy (or not). S.O.
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