He said to me
A kiss would be lively
And I said back
I would kiss you with the passion of the sea
meeting the shore during a hurricane
If I could
The ninth being the deepest and most
Earth shattering
And I was crashing on your shore
Fire woman who gets me steamy
Like the Hawaiian shore
with the lava flowing into the sea
Or the great divide in the Atlantic fire below
The stuff of legends and awe
Oh my water man
Who bathes me in soothing waves
And stirs me to vapor on the wind
Consumes me and rebuilds my glowing depth
With naught but his bathing kiss.
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