The sea whistles gently eastwards
right to the rocks of a promise
the in-between without a compromise
nor reasons of a just triumph

That sunset was so beautiful
with an glowing amber sheen
lowly reflected upon the waters
to the dense of the drowning pebbles

I stretched my arms and you was cold
distanced in treason confrontations
no permission to treasure my disposition
nor an intermission to give a position

I shall **** you, like I killed all the darlings
those that brought a fiery passion
and their heat transpired to a lustful tension
May the fiery seas draw to your conclusion