He's the color of my coffee and his lips are like ***.
You've got a warmth like sand, a smile like the sun.
He runs me around, I'm too extactic; too dumb.
You keep me grounded, yet on my toes. Light; let me run.
He drowns me with waves; gritting teeth and splitting gums.
You help me grow, but remind me struggling is half the fun.
He is an ocean, once calm, I've turned violent and numb.
You're a beach I can sink my toes into, you give me life, and I've begun.