The Tides


The Tides

The tides pull me home,

I am flowing with the ebbs

There’s no hindrance.


I am coming Home.

I am coming


No turns,

No detours,

Your sweet embrace


A cosy corner,

The dimples of your neck

Fire is the heart,

Best wood for a stove


Stay here - 

Make love to the now


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