And like falling from the highest peak I indulged in each trace of his skin, like his bones were the rocks on jagged cliffs; dangerous and thrillingly enticing, his hands were like the tangled ferns that grew against the rocks, swaying and grasping me
providing me with something to hold. His eyes were the broken waves, that licked tiredly at the waves and drowned the twisted ferns, but his lips... his lips were the depth of the ocean, and with each kiss I knew I was sinking, deeper and deeper and there was no way in hell I would ever go up for air.
come up for air
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