The tip of my oar,
Calmly dip in the calm of your wake,
Slowly dipping its head in its warm wetness,
Forging my boat forward
As the head of my oar dip deep into your clear wake,
Inner storm appear,
Calm waves become rough,
And slash hard against your shoreline,
Rocking my boat up and down in your rough seas,
Until the flurry of my inner storm comes to a release,
A release that brings peace and calm back to your wake
1Manview © 1999 – 2014
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Oh! I love this! Especially the beginning:
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Calmly dip in the calm of your wake..."
Love it!
Thank you Sweets, but this needs a rewrite. Something fells adrift to me about it. Maybe because I wrote it in a rush... Syd likes the ending, so it must be the middle that's bugging me. :)
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Tempestad de deseo que se trasforma en pasión.
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Lunna.
Me recuerda a ti. - :)
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The last three lines are really good, kind of makes me feel like writing them in spanish (I would give u the credit, of course) :P
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That would be a honor my friend. :)
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Un abrazo, amigo!