Your eyes are the same green-blue of the ocean.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Your eyes are the same green-blue of the ocean.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
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