Clenching, quenching, I fill myself with you
My cup runneth over, liquid hot and ready
Love pure and steady, Vows sworn true
Rising, Falling, The pull of the tides
Hearts beating wild, breath becomes frantic
Suddenly mantic, Eyes open wide
Sitting, Waiting, the tide rushing out
Peaceful and calm, Spent for a while
Biding in exile, Living now without
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