Our thighs touch, salty from the ocean,
which I saw in your eyes when we first met.
I want to touch you, your hands, your hair, strands made of gold,
like the sun that kisses your skin during the summer.
I don't know what it is about you, but it was more than enough,
to make me fall in the abyss of infatuation,
at the beach.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
Our thighs touch, salty from the ocean,
which I saw in your eyes when we first met.
I want to touch you, your hands, your hair, strands made of gold,
like the sun that kisses your skin during the summer.
I don't know what it is about you, but it was more than enough,
to make me fall in the abyss of infatuation,
at the beach.