I crave the salt of the ocean the way I crave the skin on your back,
The constant crash of the waves against the shore and your hands grabbing at the sides of me, as if you have never felt anything quite so soft.

There's always a quiet rhythm to the way you love me.

Like the feeling of when it's raining and your driving somewhere you have never been, so you take the time to listen to the steady movement of the water being wiped back and forth off the windshield.

Something to stop your mind from racing. Your eyes lose focus but your body loves the familiar feeling in your head you have from the wet air, and the heat being pointed at your feet. You can't really feel your face but the bottom half of you gets increasingly warm. And it slowly spreads. Up, and into your belly.

And then we dive in.
Past the waves,
Into isolation.
Into the middle of the blue.

I could spend days floating with you.

Let the world swim beneath us,
And the sky above us.

Dark below and light above.

Me and you.