She nagged, she yelled
She threw some conchs
and some sea shells
From the trips we made
when we floated in the water
of arms, legs, and bodies made the love hotter.
For we loved like hell to feel the heaven.
Her screams, my rage
passing every day
on each other, we ravened, our bodies ablaze.
First body and the mind
then the soul scoured to find
an escape, a haven.
For we loved like hell to feel the heaven.
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