_____ by ASherry

Imagine the two of us walking hand in hand along the beach. We stop, gaze into each other's eyes and then lovingly you pull me close for a long awaited kiss. As we gaze towards the waters, we become totally immersed in the rhythmical movement of the ocean upon the shore.

You are the sandy shores lying awaiting my touch. I am the ocean gently caressing your shores. Like the ocean, which retreats after each encounter, I too test your shoreline. With each encounter my tide rises higher and higher, and I try to engulf all of you in my waters. The tempo of our interaction becomes faster. You welcome my motions by giving me more of yourself to carry back with me. Not yet satisfied, I return again and again to receive more of you.

The tempo of our rhythm changes as does the tides in the ocean. Sometimes it's a gentle-caressing wave, the beginnings of romantic passion. Other times it's a tidal wave full of the swell of wind and rain. We explode from each meeting of the ocean upon the shore. My waters showering you, drenching your sands. You in return pull me close to calm the quiet storm within.

I don't want to drown you, nor do I wish to become a puddle or pool in you. Each wave makes it easier for us to let ourselves go, and to become comfortable. We feel the swell and release of the excitement created by the ocean upon the shore. And just as the ocean returns to the shore, I will return to be comforted by you.

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