55. Watery Worship.

As a ripple I dance at your toes, electric stars fleet from your feet.
My lapping wavelets rise to meet, above your height,
my swell takes you into its flow.
Stream and river fuel my surge, as back and forth, my tide rushes in and out,
sculpting your shallow beach, by my liquid caress.
My pounding descends, crashing ashore, wild, unleashed,
lashed with spume filled wind and fury.
Growing and flowing to a powerful climactic storm.
Wet and soaked of salty brine, your grassy dune is sunken in an ocean of passion.
We gasp of water and air from the subsiding flood, as reluctantly I ebb,
slowly from you, back again to my own dark sea.

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