She missed him most at the shore... how like the sea was their passion. Her tide, too, had crashed in waves ...but waves of thunderous heartbeats, uncontrollable as an undertow powerless in its grip. Each crest higher than the last building to a final peak... then slowly down again. Undulating currents coaxing, teasing her body home again. Waves of passion spent, her low tide shadows not on sand but here... inside a memory.
Reason for writing:
Missing someone I love.
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