Hhhh

I never was a fan of sand.

Having grown up where its grains mixed with glass, it never made sense for me to step out onto the beach.

Chlorine bleached this heavy heart of mine, so I gave up searching for the calm within the sea when I assumed all that was there for me were pools of sulphur.

Then I met you with sun scrubbed skin and hands worn from the wind.

The waves have never bent to your desires, but your actions mimick the tide as it lays under a full moon.

Yet I cannot manage to look you in the eyes because I've always feared drowning and you promise that if I fell I'd die upon impact.

However it would be criminal if I didn't mention that whenever I stole a glance they glistened in a way that made it seem worth sailing close to the wind.

Now I'm not in love with you but hands full of lust still impact a moral compass.

So allow me to find the constellations in your freckles that lead me back to your bed.

Where I leave my shoes by the door and my outfit becomes jetsam.

So your sirens song can put out the fire that burns any attempts to hold me close.

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