Shoreside

Blood orange sky.

At a distance, I see you.

Your focus, the horizon. 

Cool sand beneath my feet.

Waves crashing, wind caressing.

I walk effortlessly towards you.

Your eyes merge with mine.

Your smize leaves me flushed. 

How are you so damn fine?

My hand reaches for yours. 

Grasping leads to gasping.

Embraced in your warmth.

Fixated on your lips. 

Pressed on mine.

Your neck, my canvas..

Fast or slow.

You set the flow.

Day or night.

At your side will always feel right.