Bliss
Picnic on the shore with my love.
The wind plays with our hair and
carries our gentle laughter
over the sea.
He pours my tea,
reaches out to touch my face.
The womanly waves
mimic the flow of my body and I sigh,
melting into the subtle curves and contours
of this land of salt and sand.
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