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we set our tempo to the sea against the shore

gentle rhythm, gentle touches

every brush of skin is "you are mine",

every shaky breath is "i love you".

and, yeah, we've done this a thousand times

but a thousand and one can't hurt

and, like so many nights before

we'll have one pair of hands clasped together,

the other wrapped in swirls of satin sheets

back and forth, back and forth, like the sea

and i can't help but drown in your love

when that wave crashes over us,

you're the only thing i need to breathe.