The Love I Call My Own
Her eyes, blue like a deep ocean. I dive in and feel the velvety soft water caressing my skin. I swim through the endless waves of blue. I don’t thirst for air as I watch the sunlight dance across the surface
Her hair, as soft as a field of wheat. I feel the warm sun wrap around my body. I watch the tips of grain glow a deep crimson as dusk approaches. I close my eyes and listen to the whispers of the evening wind.
Her lips, smooth like a pearl. I taste salt from the ocean it was once a part of. I ache at its brilliant shine in the moonlight. I see pure beauty in front of my eyes. Her lips, smooth like a pearl.
Her body, her passion, her mind. I treasure every glimpse into her perplexing thoughts. I feel her passion by the look in her eyes as she admires me. I see her beauty bursting from her soul every time she smiles.