Your nude flesh
Dewed in oceanic saltiness
The gutsy wind
Plastering your diaphanous layers
Transforms you into a mermaid
I wait for you
By the shores
With my bare urges
You swim towards me
But maintain distance
The water beneath you
Becomes crimson
A sign of your fertility
I float my seeds
For you to sow
You select the spirit of my being
And recede
Into the abyss of desires.
@LR
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