Surrender at the Shore
Waves crash upon the shore,
each made of Your whispers and more.
There is a slow rhythm to the way
the warm water washes over my ankles
and plays me with sensation.
I seem to hear You say something
against the wind, it is an invitation,
an invitation to begin. I kneel
and offer myself completely to You.
Who could resist Your tide
when it wishes to come in?
(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
each made of Your whispers and more.
There is a slow rhythm to the way
the warm water washes over my ankles
and plays me with sensation.
I seem to hear You say something
against the wind, it is an invitation,
an invitation to begin. I kneel
and offer myself completely to You.
Who could resist Your tide
when it wishes to come in?
(c) 2006, william the submissive poet
Labels: Poetry, Submissive Poet
posted by Lady Julia @ 1:19 PM
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So powerful and so beautiful (the poem and the Lady, that is).
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