when you're here i want to dance with you hold you in my arms feel the rush of you, your whispers in my hair. your breath carrying secrets of the far-off ocean, your embrace ticklish my clothes disheveled, my nostrils flared. i can hear you now whispering jokes in the dark you don't play favourites but i hear the she-oaks croon - their shush a haunting siren and i know you are among them.
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I feel like this when I go down to the beach on a warm day and walk along the shoreline
with the tailwinds at my heels 🙂
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