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Sea erotic
Cicadas have already become silent and only crickets sobbed bashfully. Foam washed our feet
and wind tangled up hair.
We went out to the shore.
Kneeling I kissed your neck and back I touched her breasts.
She caressed my hair
when I moved my lips
towards a nest of paradise.
Pebbles smoothen with salt
rustled with the quivering body.
She spread her legs like a seagull spreads its wings before the flight. Fire filled our senses
as she hummed like a shell
to the roots of the wave.
When we left
avaricious sea washed away our traces from the sand.
Translated by Elżbieta Domurat
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