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The Beachcomber ...and so I licked pearls salt fresh from the sea and rimmed my tongue around the oyster meat of your mouth where brine and foam washed upon your sweet face shining in the warm sun and nested in my other lover's lap His own tide high and full flow. Though long experience wound me weary to this shore, amazed, here where a maid may yet be born in a first kiss, while drowned in the amniotic ocean of another woman's eyes.