Poem - Ocean Waves

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He was silver, lying on his side,
the moonlight coming in through the window,
turning his flesh to ice, his hair to mercury.
The curves of his body were smooth and inviting,
Undulant, begging a hand to trace their perfect lines,
Down the gentle slope of the ribs, into the dip of his waist.
Back up the rise of his hip, like a ship on the water,
Cresting the waves in a sea that would soon become a thrashing storm,
Ending in white spilled across the perfect flat of his stomach,
Like froth on a beach,
And all became quiet once more.

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