You would have let your lips brush against mine
with your right hand on the left of my cheek,
slowly tilting my face as we give in for the
first time.

My eyes would surely flutter close
as the sky blush its orange and red hues above our very being.
It was the kind of painting of ours I would
always want rummage through my memory.

The waves and the moans would have
draped over my ears
like a music I would play over and over
so tirelessly.

Know that there is sense when I let myself drown
in your scent so intoxicating just like the air I
breathe from the sea.  

And yet, your lips met mine a little earlier
than planned and I missed
the chance reliving that
moment.

Prior to this, I already
told myself I would not let you drift away with the
waves of the sea;
Not with your hands not holding mine as we let
ourselves travel through the longest times.

That day could have been magical, I suppose.
But what I do know is the fact that
magic has surely gotten its way to make me
feel its presence on my skin
on all the moments that I am with you.