The waves were crashing onto my vena cava.
The windows lie open and we become wet.
Soaked with passion and rain and fear.
Will the eyes of the world gaze upon us?
What will he say on judgment day?
So comfortable in each other’s arms,
Like holding grey fishie and mr. turtle.
I am guilty, yet I still stray.
Let’s make a hat, yes a hat!
It’ll cover up our nakedness.
She will not see.
He loved her with his black heart.
Yet we continue to writhe with ecstasy.
To the sea, to the sea, I say!
We shall sleep in her embrace
before we are carried on the breeze.
I find solace in these words,
Just as I found solace in betwixt your thighs.
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