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harolrock
Like a sailboat guided by the winds, I am willing to sail through the immense sea that you are. At dusk, I land on you. In your heart, silently, I dawn. I let your presence emerge like a distant lighthouse, and your absence be the infinite and dense mist of land never seen before. My heart is this peninsula, bathed by the waters of memory, linked to your laughter and dedicated to your gaze across the isthmus of feeling. In the spirit of your sex, I fall apart into so many parts. I decompose myself so that, having supplanted the apex of my senses, I again emerge from the darkness, to emerge from your waters covered only by the fresh and indescribable touch of your skin. I desire you as shipwrecked people desire dry land. I feel your presence like the night feels that dawn will come. For everything I seek, more than a continent, you are Atlantis itself.
