You smell like riptides upon a fathomless sea, elusive waves that never cross, beckoning me closer.
You smell of exotic beaches on travel catalogues; the ones unexplored, untouched, unique. The ones not treaded upon, inviting and innocent.
You smell like the lighthouses on deserted rocks, leading me home, guiding me safely to shore and to you, slighting the storms; unwavering, trustworthy.
You smell like the seaside of my childhood; familiar, nostalgic, the ones I can traverse with my eyes closed. Land I trust and know like the back of our hands entwined.
You smell like salt and the ocean
Love upon the unending sea
Scents of cinnamon, fire, setting suns
You smell like home to me.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
You smell like riptides upon a fathomless sea, elusive waves that never cross, beckoning me closer.
You smell of exotic beaches on travel catalogues; the ones unexplored, untouched, unique. The ones not treaded upon, inviting and innocent.
You smell like the lighthouses on deserted rocks, leading me home, guiding me safely to shore and to you, slighting the storms; unwavering, trustworthy.
You smell like the seaside of my childhood; familiar, nostalgic, the ones I can traverse with my eyes closed. Land I trust and know like the back of our hands entwined.
You smell like salt and the ocean
Love upon the unending sea
Scents of cinnamon, fire, setting suns
You smell like home to me.
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