I'm a
sea-body
made by
your sea hands
painted by
your sea lips
and warmth
by your sea skin.
When I'm
fully dressed up,
the playing
around begins.
A kiss
here,
a caress
there
a long deep
whisper along the neck,
until my
naked marble skin
begins to
sparkle in the dark night,
and you
finally melt in me,
like a wave
dying at
the shore.
©Graça Costa
Anna Dittmann
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