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WET TOES
STANDING ON THE COOL WET SAND,
STARING, HONED INTO THE DISTANCE.
MOONLIT SKY INVITES ME TO WADE AND DANCE,
TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN, TAKE A CHANCE,
TO SAMBA WITH ITS OCEANIC PARTNER,
SIMULATING, TITILLATING,
A WET ROMANCE.
CONSUMMED BY THE TIDES,
CONTROL-LING TO THE MIND,
I CAN'T FEEL MY EMOTIONS,
JUST HOPING, AS I BEGIN TO YEARN,
WHEN WILL THEY RETURN???
THE WAVES INVITING,
SAY FOLLOW THEIR LEAD,
AS I PANT AND RAVE, SPEEDILY,
ENGULFED BY THEIR TRIMBLE, ROMANTICAL-LY.
THE STARS APPLAUD MY MOVEMENT,
EACH AND EVERY STRIDE,
SHINING BRIGHTER, FOREVERMORE,
AS I DANCE ALONG THE SHORE,
NUMB ALL OVER,
UNABLE TO FEEL MY WET TOES.
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