He kissed my body
Like the waves of the ocean
Lapping the sides of a boat.
Gentle, yet forceful.
Without the sounds of buoyancy,
I’d be fixated on keeping afloat.

The currents of his body became mine,
And mine his.
Until we couldn’t distinguish
The two.

Like a mixed drink of 10% dizziness,
30% sweetness, and 70% drunk off of you,
I feel the rocking of waves when I step on dry land.

Lingering, longing, looking to accompany me always.