Wild waters

FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?

I’m a gentle lake before sunrise,

You’re a boat rushing on my surface.


Expecting me to enjoy your ride,

Intimidating my peaceful tides.


Boys and their toys,

Too blinded to observe the language of bodies.


A man would take a swim in my waters,

Feel the spontaneity of every breath.


You could be diving deep into my curves,

Not disturbing a single wave of my femininity.


But it takes the bravery of a true swimmer,

To trust the unpredictable wild waters.


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