293 How seamen see the sea

Posted on February 14, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The salt foam, frail, frilly hem of ocean,
drapped lacey on the sand
belies what waits beneath her dress.
Beware the arroused, erotic sea
once the summer frock floats to the tide line.
Then she is lady no more.
With her hot, wet, climactic roar,
she rapes the shore like a willing whore.

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