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Christmas Tides
One day shy of a week into our stay at the Surf & Sand Resort, By the edge of the Pacific Ocean, We encounter our first sign of gray-rainy-weather sky
And decide to recalibrate the pace of our Christmas vacation, Slow things down, By staying in bed as late as late will accommodate our pleasuring.
Now that we've outgrown obsessions with success and fortune, This is our time to luxuriate in emotions and instincts, Allow our bodies to revel in their libidos' freedom.
During these past eight come-what-may, day-by-day months, We've realized just how essential it is to express our selflessness, Let our yet-smooth flesh, our yet-supple limbs take control,
Independent of our disciplined wills' rigorous commandments, Demonstrate their uninhibited yearning, Submit to their natural tendencies toward pure physical indulgence.
To the rhythms of the waves' throbbing against the beach, We inhale and exhale our uncontainable passion, Creating the perfect breathing union for two breathless human beings
Becoming the pulsating ocean, as it perpetuates its fluid continuity — You and I, Linda, telling time, by our timeless tides, Swelling and subsiding, falling and rising, in endless sensual delight.
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