~ Polite Balance ~

A gentle lapping ~ naive tremors ~ ripples caressing along familiar thighs.
Playing cool, with a gentle slap ~ no rush ~ and another one;
echoing waves, slightly over stubborn principles ~ smacking against morals ~ easy ~ raising the bar one curl after another.
And one more ~ nature sloshing over boredom ~ swashing stronger than a tidal.
A gentle lapping ~ it’s easy ~ they ripple ~ ~ ~