Petals On The Tide
She visits the beach, curling chocolate red tipped toes into the sand
The wind whipping her braids, and pulling orchids from her hand
Petals crushed, limp with heat, tears, and sweat
Weaving a marvelous web of magic oceanic spritz and wet
The billow calls for release, the billow calls for rebirth
Sand coated feet leave the nurture of granular earth
Down into the waves, the pressure builds like hell
Into the surge she goes, releasing it all. An orgasmic exhale!
The kiss of salt and sea grit grinds away until she’s new
Petals on the tide, a new creature of the blue
- Kesha -
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