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.
(Pexel’s free images)
Out of the Cave 
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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