The Ocean

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I miss the ocean.

The way his strong arms wrap around me as I swim.

The trust that he will hold me up when I lie down on him.

I miss the ocean.

The way his tousled dark hair gets caught between my fingers.

The distinct aroma of his body still seems to linger.

I miss the ocean.

The way he holds me in the sea foam

And the way he makes me feel at home.

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