Sometimes I imagine us holding hands, Walking along the harbor: You, telling stories of all these lost years like a pelican begging for food Making music out of my invisible tears
But maybe instead of holding your hand I should hold on to the future And stop chasing your footprints in the sand Only to be led nowhere. I will no longer swim in these tears. I have felt the ache of the salt burn on my skin for far too long. It’s not worth docking on this pier If you don’t treasure me like the shells along your shore.
So I set sail. I will find a new island to call my own & Sculpt the land like shaping clay on a pottery wheel.
I will treasure all of my shells and secrets The way you did not treasure me. And for once, I will command the sea.
One of the best feelings The first bite of my favorite meal. It's hard to decide if it's hunger Or anticipation. All of this savored in smile. The spice of salt, pepper among things The aroma coming from plate to spoon, The simplicity of it all. I live for this feeling, This warm cozy feeling, A tight hug from meal to lips. Theres no better feeling. Tight hugs Followed by her kisses
My hands trace rivers down his back Soft silt streambeds My tongue follows the waveforms of his hips Warm skin with lazy currents My ears feel your heartbeat resonate in your chest Strong swells crash into stone cliffs My lips taste honey and saltwater dripping from yours A mix of dalliance and mischief Our bodies meld into sea foam