It is the taste of sea salt
On your skin I love the most
Eating shellfish from your hand
Sun, warmth, sea sand
Tasting sun oil
Through the brine
Capturing, encapsulating
Summertime
Licking ice cream of your nose
As we lay here both unclothed
Except for swimming pants
That make elders peer
And young men advance
As if to get a better glance
Shellfish swimming down our throats
Trickling on moist lips a toast
It is the taste of sea salt
On your skin I love the most
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
It is the taste of sea salt
On your skin I love the most
Eating shellfish from your hand
Sun, warmth, sea sand
Tasting sun oil
Through the brine
Capturing, encapsulating
Summertime
Licking ice cream of your nose
As we lay here both unclothed
Except for swimming pants
That make elders peer
And young men advance
As if to get a better glance
Shellfish swimming down our throats
Trickling on moist lips a toast
It is the taste of sea salt
On your skin I love the most
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