The city sleeps so high
Parked by the ocean.
We steam my windows.
Silver light stream
our only light
I hear your soft throaty
moans.
Holding you.
feeling you.
I am the pounding surf
you the tide that ebbs and flow.
small waves kiss my feet.
Oceans passion building
High tide emotion
You caught me by surprise.
Caught by surprise.
On our moon light drive.
A contest entry
- Poetic Idol (Auditions) by TwilightBloodRuns.
315 points, ended June 8, 2008, 31 entries
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