As the uncontrolled
power of the tides
overtakes the
exposed, awaiting shore...
So the unbridled
passions of need
overwhelm my
senses,
And I am consumed
by him...
Like the stretches
of sand
and the quiet
secreted coves...
Am I to be left
with treasures
of this passing
storm...
or...
just to lay
eroded...
from the unrelenting
emotions
of love...
Only time...
Only he and
I, will find...
if these all
encompassing feelings
have worn away
the restraints
of sanity and
sensibilities...
or...
if priceless
rewards have been found
on this long
search for the
treasures of
love...
Jadie Rose
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