if i were to lie down by the foam-kissed shoreline
turn my face to the soft blackness of a dewy night
close my eyes
concentrate on the stars dancing on my eyelids
i can almost imagine
the gentle kiss of the lapping waves
as your hand acquainting my waist.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
if i were to lie down by the foam-kissed shoreline
turn my face to the soft blackness of a dewy night
close my eyes
concentrate on the stars dancing on my eyelids
i can almost imagine
the gentle kiss of the lapping waves
as your hand acquainting my waist.
