HER NAME IS..........A Poem by andrew mitchell
Looking at the horizon
Gold, yellow and red; Reflecting, shifting On water's edge. Her waves motion me To come in. She calls me With soft, pulsating strokes. She becomes aroused Crashing on the beach. She's getting impatient. I'm drawn to her. Her waves embrace me With her every curl I'm caressed by her coolness I taste her salty breath. My every thought washed away I drift into her arms Pulling me deeper I am a rebirth in her womb. Drawn into her darkness I see a watery moon I break her delicate skin Awash I breath again. Excited she leaves me; Her foamy, bubbly rinse. She's tranquil now. Back to her old self Gliding, slow .foreplays She slides up the shore. Brushing my ankles once more; Her little teasing reminder Come back to me for more. She winks at me As if to say goodbye, Smiling she recoils To her fullness once more.
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14 Reviews Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 7, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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