Hail Gloria, New Jersey 1986
She comes, Hail Gloria, growing in her approach,
wind and sea rising together, embracing.
She washes over me in her ardent desire, touching, tasting, loving.
The sand, her fingers, raking, biting,
dots of blood well where she touches me.
My hair entwined with Her,
she heaves her force against my body and I kneel,
submissive, gloriously in love and pain.
She brushes my cheek, water drips into my mouth,
the afterglow of Her teeth on my body.
With a gently blown kiss, She flies.
Copyright © Laine Lubar | Year Posted 2019
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