The waves glide slowly but surely to shore
The frothing at the mouth
As He descends to his destination
Scraping at the rough
Tickling the surface
Yet still in contact with
The inner boundaries
Even though vast
And inevitably boundless space of being
Always in a certain strange rhythm
Guided by the underbelly
The moist inhabitants beneath
Building up force from
BEHIND
BELOW
IN BETWEEN
Curling its tactile tendrils
Penetrating softly
Yet strongly
Into forbidden places
Always forward
Yet around
Underneath
Licking the soft shells
Surprising the hidden ones
Suckling the small clefts
Thrusting into the large gapes
Of my sea
Me embracing the unknown depths of you
Fighting against the waves of desire
Yet being brought to its mercy
Via my compatriots of want
Who shudder at the thought of
Negating your lush, sensual, forceful sense
Lifted above
Yet also being pulled below
Sucking in the power of your being
Phallic instruments formed through the power
Of my sea
We will become one
In this magical, mythical
Natural Force of being One
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