Nights like this make me want to drown in you to feel your surging body flooding over me as the tides rising and crushing down to **** in your salt and scorch my lungs hot and wet raging and rocking me about I plunge into your ocean lost, blind and blurred sinking like a stone floating like a feather gently rocking in your darkest depth on muffled, distant thunders conceding to the frailness of oblivion wrecked from theΒ Β calm of this abyss I am sung like foam onto your shores
Had our first storm of the season the night before