The Ocean

She was the ocean,

powerful enough to be felt for miles

her waves were made of lust and admiration

the smell as intoxicating as the night you first met her.

She comes in waves, fully there or not at all.

She was the ocean but you made her a desert.

You left her dry and empty.

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