You'll find me
Where the sky meet the ocean
Under the stars:
Sea salt smells and warm water
Toes dipping into its silk black textures
And staring at my reflection.
The only sound is the rippling
Of moisture
When two tides collide
Or the slow mambo where my hands
Dance in its waves,
Gliding though and dipping in
As I'm pulled away.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
