The
flow ebbs
Its
caressing currents
Washing
them along
Sweeping
each across
To
carry them a mile
Flowing
downstream
In
a rapid course
Rushing
and gushing
Mixing
the emotions
And
swelling their desire
Pouring
over
To
burst its limits
In
stronger tides
As
the oar rows
Pounding
Deep
into the waters
Splashing
in quick thrushes
Each
drawing roars
Enervated
In
unmatched satisfaction
