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In slow motion the waves move back and forth in rhythm and in time. Pressing hard against the moon light. Calling sweetly... believing what is mine... what is mine. Bathing in the nakedness covered only by the arms of the night. The ocean every reaching for that white bosom above. The moon always whispering... my love.. my love. The winds rise and carry the tides in pounding rage against the stones. The voice of the sky lifts in a sound .. in a ancient moan. One not all souls have known. But her desire cries out... for not the earth vessel only oh but the spirit wants.. And it seems the hand of mounting lust taunts. It taunts the true need. And even in the wake of fulfillment she is filled with the hunger... the ravishing hunger of the sea. Is that light above able to reach into a place deeper than the eye? She in bends of teary hope sighs. For love indeed is near as the air we breath. But only faith can set it free. Not one small portion can be stored or captured. Greed cannot touch it ...for love in all its rapture. Is no more... no less than the wind. It can be felt... but never held. So doubt follows close to the shadow of desire. And it reach's out to consume all loves work in its icy fire. For the mind can never reason enough to understand.. that language only the soul knows.. that story told again and again. In the simple touch of a hand.
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