I slept
Above the rocks,
Like a rock,
Like you,
With you.
Soaking wet,
Those playful waves
And salt dried hair,
And sun-tanned skin.
Full moon escapades
This summer night
This summer Tryst.
This ebb and flow
Above and below.
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| by Erick Cole I slept Above the rocks, Like a rock, Like you, With you. Soaking wet, Those playful waves And salt dried hair, And sun-tanned skin. Full moon escapades This summer night This summer Tryst. This ebb and flow Above and below. |
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