Desire
The ocean rages and tarnishes the cliffs by its side and my stomach writhes from the blows of another.
Melting my inhibitions like the fire that boils silver into drops of pure dew.
How can such a feeling inspire such tears of bliss and inadequacy; only a trickling ray of frosty moon light can come close.
A ripple that slowly gets bigger as it disturbs my mundane sense of security and calm.
Perfection as confrontation coils and strikes poisoning and heating my blood.
Desire.
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