"Surging Tides"
I can’t sleep. I can’t let go.
It’s something the ocean does—
something beyond the horizon
or buried in the sand,
something deeply wet,
insistent, aching and alive.
The sea’s slow undulation
stirs a hunger in me,
salt on the wind—raw, electric.
Night exhales the scent of us: impossible to forget.
And here I am, restless, writhing,
adrift in the insatiable dark,
enduring the night’s ticking torment.
I’m soaked in the memory of us—
hours pulsing with longing,
helpless against the tide
of desire surging within me,
your name breaking on my lips,
a storm I cannot escape.
~ Ella.G
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