Dear, dare not linger

My wailing waves of nostalgia sweeps my joy away. 

Thrillingly i push with pressure, 

But hold on to the ecstasy i leave, 

When i hug your dotted skin. 
I try to keep the volume low, 

But my tensed syllable still speaks. 

To shuttle to and fro is my calling, 

And a call i am indebted to answer. 
In deep shivering faith, 

I hope to break the bounded sea shore, 

I hope to embrace the warmth, 

Of your shaggy skin. 
But for as long as you acclaim me, 

I will remain strong, 

Even when nature calls, 

My swirling surfs will still roar. 

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