Ocean Tides.
Her moods―
real bad moods
pull All of Earth
under distress― yet
she introduces me
as being from
Mars when
I grow from Earth―
too.
Her legs touch my
hands― Her
neck kisses my
lips― Her
breasts stimulate
my tongue
to shoot for my
excitement but
misses completely.
Her tears―
Irritation filled tears
drought All of Earth’s
oceans― yet
she introduces me
― as being from
land when
I’m salt water dependent―
too.
Her hair runs through
my fingers― Her
hips churn in my
center― Her
back shivers
around my tongue
to shoot for my
arousal but―
she finds her Mars’
man needing Earth
to grow― and finds
Her land creature
In need of sea water.
Mark Anthony Thomas
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