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The cliff face steep
to deep to reach
her once smooth neck
that longed for his kiss
his warm caress
before her undress
her salt filled hair
her sensuous dance
in front of him
arms falling flat
against her breasts
to tall to speak
unless on their own
as one flat stomach
lay bare her thighs
or far falling fish
swam to the surface
to race in her mouth
as she moved
gracefully swaying
toward that bed
of far flung sheets
with eiderdown pleats
of taut young pillows
reminding him always
of her
her touch