She rips, she tears, she screams;
by Raymond C. Christian
Such a tantalizing sound of pleasure.
With her gentleness, I am able to touch her,
As I quiet her with my own mind;
By looking further and further deep into her soul.
She's beautiful, she's heartless;
For she is the only one I know who could actually,
Bring me to a place of such a high and peaceful immortality.
Although her moods may change;
She can grace the heart of any man,
With her shimmering warmth.
Her presence and love,
Makes her compelling to give.
So I'll stand and watch,
As her desiring love draws all life unto her.
She moans, she groans;
She's a gift of blossoming pleasantry,
God is the creator of all things especially,
this big and beautiful sea.