Ocean Rain

There’s nothing more breathtaking than knowing the magic touch you
possess when we merge into the divine angelic realm.

I love it when you look at me and give me the reassurance of safety,
confidence that keeps me wheeling for your energy and I can never get
enough of your succulent lips.

Suave as you take heat to the beat of my heart, revel at the gaze like the
sunkist that bounces off the glow of the ocean.

One may rebuke all discretions, but your persistence took precedent. Many sat and deride of the litany of delays of love that one endured during a drought.

Spirit of a vanguard, sonorous in nature, never fret at a challenge. Sacred is highly potent but always placid in your presence.

Elated with the tangible seeking has always been about the journey and reaching the pinnacle at your discretion.

Assurance is indelible like the imprints of waves ancestral trees, the bark that holds firm like the heart that beats in like rhythm of drums.

It inveterates my soul like the ocean rocks that holds steady and firm.

The euphoria is a decorum that I held off too long. It has been enshrined like Queen of Sheba, not understanding the beset was internal but externally had an army waiting to seize the moment of opportunity.

Unleashing the exuberant and opening the pathway of the reign of power. It is quintessential to the divine and the ultimatum destined for me to shine bright like the sun.

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