You shift the heat, to better soothe my needs, sometimes selfishness is the best way to please. You bury me deep feeling the ache in your knees, in the wake comes the tide soothing me. The flood travels quick drenching, as I feel the wave beneath carrying me.
A collection of things, memories, stories, promises, and lies. I encourage criticism, both good and bad. Feel free to leave a comment, or nothing at all.
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