Here's a sweet poem from your favorite radical feminist FIDLAR babe
The ocean is she.
Beckoning beachcombers with her tantalizing waves.
People tease her at her shores with half-ass attempts at pleasuring her. Running chaces in wetsuits also known as running condoms can never fulfill her. She loves when summer finally comes and the combination of skinny-dippers and the first penetrations of surfboards bask in her awaiting wetness.