The sound of waves crashing;
Feet under the sand;
Waiting for sunrise;
Keeping our eyes from failing.
Lungs full of breezes from other islands;
Hearts drunk, almost addicted;
Mind swimming through thoughts;
Souls touching, hands barely moving.
And yet there are no drums in the background;
A half-fulfilled fantasy,
Of two people mating,
Learning
Loving
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