Under a wave of blue sea,
Moments of truth exposes my pain
Then a touch so electrifying.

Fingers following the curve of my face;
Our pulse quickens with anticipation.
A hungry glance into my soul
And I, wanting to know.

Two hearts seeking another,
Our lips finding the other’s.
A hint of grape – the taste of hope,
On your lips and now mine.

Insatiable our hunger,
For yet another.
Soon, there were three,

And we parted much closer.

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