Tumbling Tides

by March 20, 2015 0 comments

The ocean waves,
consistent, slow,
as your dark eyes
slide down a-wash.
They touch me now,
they spin my stars,
I go from child
to woman’s roll
like running tides
becoming fluid.
From warm to hot,
a racing sea.

– Barbara Franzen

editors note:

Erotic riptide roilings; bubbling bumptious boilings. Love going to the beach! – mh

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