Gravitational forces I can not fight.
You demand my submission day or night.
The tease of ebb tide comforts me, to know a human still lives here.
But you need to know. It's the flood tide I usually fear.
A spring tide I can manage, at least I know when it'll be there.
Already intoxicated with fragments of a moment.
Saturated with unsuitable desires.
If you could be in my thoughts right now,
You'll know what is required.
I can't resist the cravings; of the satisfaction I find.
But the surge; oh yes the surge.
It sneaks up on my anytime.
Trying to contain the sentiments, that linger in my mind,
With absence of approval.
I anxiously welcome your presence.
I hope you're prepared for the usual.
F. Smith
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