Ah, the morning has faded into ectasy,  the morning is the day is the night is the passion of your touch, the fire of the flame burning in your breast,  the burn of your lips!  To plunge, rise and plunge again!  It is wonderful to ride these waves! Riding the ocean, riding the raging ocean, to catch the spray of the brine! 

Each moment is gone into the mist!

 Dave

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