and the waters flowed around his beard unshaven and unpredictable he caught my eye, though, he was my seducing bait the tangles of my hair started to unravel naked and exposed the froth of the waves spat around the cracks of my toes his footprints deepened in the sand, and imprinted onto my bosomed chest devouring my inhibitions I wanted to taste the joys and wonders of temptation the salt spread across my tongue, suckling to my taste buds fears and desires my song had rescued his lonesome and ageing heart the chorus revitalised his yearning for a climaxing passion he kissed my impulses in sync to the rhythms that played. About Zoe Maynard Zoe Maynard is currently a UK student studying English at the University of Northampton. Her poetry has been featured in The Poeteer: A 21st Century Poetry Publication, Midnight Circus Literary Magazine, Les Rêves des Notre Ours, Indiana Voice Journal, and her work is forthcoming in an anthology about social injustice.
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