The sky was waiting for the sea
to catch each of its waves.
The sea was raining.
Their moves were like fingerings
on a double secret instrument of  the night.
They were free to share their love
in any way and they chose the deepest.
He could feel the rain of the sea
and she could kiss his waves.
Unbreakable.
Unstoppable.
Until the end and even after.
Their feelings were offensively harmonious.
Each of them had the essence of the other.
A double gift.
A double offer.
So close.
Inside and outside.
At the same time.
In fact many times
at the same place
with different positions.
Tantric art.