His eyes are like the ocean. Deep sea green songs leave his pale lips. Just like the waves arrive and leave so does he.

I like **** photographs. The beautiful ones. Black and white bodies silhouetted, frozen in time. Long legs with pointed toes dance across my brown eyes, leaving me wanting more. Arms reach, and stretch to grab my baby cheeks. I see her collar bones and I feel so peaceful. I've never seen something so beautiful. So graceful and fluid. Just like roaring waves of an ocean, her hips curve into her legs and follow through. Her photo haunts me. But it makes me feel alive. I appreciate her body, and how god made her so lovely. So fair. I love her.

We wake to the soft sounds of ecstasy lingering in the air from last night.
bon Matin leaves your lips as I trace them with my tiny brown fingertips glossed with a sultry red polish I leave your lips and wander to your neck and find my self lost in your collar bones pushing through your pale glossy skin.

It's Like ivory I whisper into your neck my nose ring grazes your jawline
My wandering hands continue on the beautiful journey to your chest beating slow and heavy my long wavy hair like the night sky falls perfectly on your chest as my amber eyes meet yours
vos yeux sont magnifiques
We pitter patter against the wooden boards of our small apartment in France our naked bodies touching.
We are only two.
We are small in France.

Smoke enters my lungs and I begin to travel into a another world. One without any worries and without any fears.  I don't feel corrupted by society here. Maybe that's what I visit so often. I can hear the padded voices of my mom and dad asking me to come back.
" Were sorry" They say.
We're sorry that this happened to you.
I can't come back. My brain tells me no. Don't leave. I'm trapped. And I like that.