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Careened

His hands sculpt the perfect orgasm from within, her voice carries through the sea-salt wind, while the moon pulls the tides, whispering I love you  through the ocean as it boldly rises and falls down to knees on whitewashed sand- he holds her face in the palms of his hands, blue eyes sun flecked stare with foreign intensity into the wide green abyss blinking back every year that she waited so long to be right here.