Starving for your skin, thin straps on the shoulders, undone
Removed, one by one
Smooth and fresh, taste of a pineapple from the shower
Yet to be dried
Falling droplets, sound of an ocean, making waves
Creating a hurricane, unnamed
Unborn but sure to become
Crossing the sun for a rainbow, so colorful, so beautiful
Our *** of gold for both of us to hold, and cherish
Until old, and you wonder
Why you never sold it.