There is something about her,
This thought that travels across the mind.
Breathed with every breath that slips through open lips.
What is paradise,
Is it the sound that is vocalized when she speaks,
The stare shared from eye to eye, lost in thought.
Fragments of truth separated by the longing that occurs
Each time I realize the depth of how much she quenches this desire.
Swimming away in the swirl of her eye over by the shore of her thighs.
A correlation of thoughts that pass as the breeze, her breath sweeping pass
brushing my face with much delight. The thought of breathing each other in
She travels without so much as a single bag, passing from one thought to the next.
******* herself subtlety in the waves that crash into each other,
The taste of love spread across her lips, The sun blossoming it's last glint of light
drifting into the horizon of her eye.
A tourist whom longs to stay in the shores of her in thought.
Swaying to the palm trees by the bungalow of closed arms
where the waves brush against the grains of sand soon to sink to the bottom
Florissant bulbs hang on the wall, igniting passion from string to bulb.
A much needed combustion reminding us just who we really are.
From here,
I am a tourist whom longs to travel her, my paradise
With sand covered feet