The way you stare, the way your eyes shine
like a sunset over the ocean
Almost feels like I can get lost in you
and never wanting to come back
in the present
Your presence flowing with the moon-set tides
Met by seas of sand
Making my body and mind go at ease
your lips being petal soft
I caressed them with my fingertips
making them part
to intertwine with mine
creating a universe when tongues touch.
You reach out to hold my hand
it feels like I’ve landed in paradise
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