SHY

SHY

Shy Shore awaits the Tides 
Embracing them when they come by
Cuddling it hard before letting go
Anticipation added as another woe.

Moon hauls the tides,
hearing those wailings
So Shore could enfold them a little longer happily and squealing

But as they say, there’s always two sides of a story
Nobody sees the rigorous effort the Tides carry

Throbing through their own pressure
Brawls with Rocks for fleeting pleasure
Reaches shore with a fervent need
Making erotic love before it recedes

Leaves silently with an unsaid promise
To rejoin soon when the time is cosmic
The curse is lifted only for an instant
But it reassures- the absence of one is an indication of other to be non-existent

11 Replies to “SHY”

  1. I like the soft and gentle at first more like innocent or even a soft foreplay, then what you see underneath is the opposite and more aggressive, lusting, and fast.

    /thumbs up

  2. I love your poem about the sea. I live on the coast myself, and I love the sea in all its moods.
    Thank you so much for taking the time to visit and follow me and the storyhounds!

    1. Thank you so much for loving my poem Annabelle and for sharing your experience. I love to follow your work 👍

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