By Just L
Date: 2012 Aug 20
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Ocean of LovIn'

I stretch
Look at the clock
Out the window
No crashing waves
Unless one counts
The sweet, sticky memories
Which roll over me
As I turn over
And hold onto you
Hard abs, broad chest
Tightly grasping
Riding the tide
As I nuzzle into your neck
Which smells quite like a Snickerdoodle
And tastes of sea salt
I drift back to sleep
Swallowed by the surf

By Just L
Written August 20, 2012