A response poem to u/jumpy-sentence-9527's Worship, with her permission. A committed, devoted dom/me, speaking to their sub. A reading, and an A4A offer to others, too.

Listen to /u/igrokyou/M4F-Original-From-The-Sea-To-the-Shore-poetry">From The Sea To The Shore here, if you would like, and/or read on, below.

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Beneath the rocking words
(and whispers of our hearts)
carried by the dawning swells,
there is an ocean beneath our boats which drift to shore
(shared between you and me.)
Beneath - the open depths - could be a wishing well
where the only coin is gold -
Yes, the gold of a golden hour,
my care taken, our love, your devotion.

There is a weight to your love that I carry,
Responsive care to tarry by,
Underneath the waking morn
-nings, and the starry skies.

Will you let the horrors of your fear-born ocean
fade with every naught and knot?
Yes, I'll carry you ashore.
Carefully cradled in my arms.

Tie the boats of our words together to the pier,
Dry your tears with cloth I made,
Woven from the linen of soft bedsheets -
Spun from fibres of the love we make

You're safe and warm, now,
Only salt-spray breaths that touch your tongue.
Till all that fades -
Till that all fades -
Till you choose to let fear go -

Drown the fear under the wishing well waves -

On the shore,
let me get you out from under your drenched cloth;
And heat you up with touch and speech and fire
Where the only downpour-storm is one you choose.
lips and teeth and tongue and speech,
fingers, grip, and touch and mind....
Between our legs and hips, we dip inside us,
and oh, you become mine -

You become mine.

But,
You are mine only as much as you choose to be mine:
Let our boats of words rise and fall with our tides.
wishing well waves return to the sand...
again and again.

And if you wish,
I'll take you back out on the golden hour waters
Float with you under every dawning morning,
Under every starry sky.

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~ Grok