She looks at me right now.* The full of her eyes wanders through the garden of roses inside my mind. All the sweet scent
of her lips are no on mine.
I will forever crave for her taste.

She looks at me right now. My skin is trembling, a wild thunder hiding beneath my vocal chords. Her eyes are hidden, a waterfall of saltwater drenches both our faces. We weep of the bliss that her laughter rings a sense of love and warmth.
I will forever crave for her sound.

She looks at me right now. Her hands are down my neck as her fingers rough as the sand tickles the spark in my eyes, in my body, and in my soul. Her tongue crashes with the holiness of the cries of my desire.
I will forever crave for her touch.

She looks at me right now. And I, her. Time lingers between us. We are denied of the grey in our skies, of ravens, of vultures to eat our bodies. She, an embodiment of curly hair and brown eyes that creates ripples down my stomach. All of her is the water of my blue and never freezing ocean.

*I will forever crave for her.