Eyes gazing at the sea..
My heart ablazed when his sandy foot touched mine..
The breezy drizzle added rhythm to the choppy waves..
A rogue wave bedewed the whole me
Leaving the busted shells all-over me..
Tears egressing from the corner of the eyelid I looked at him..
“Broken conches never hum the song of the sea” said with his mitt on my cheeks.
As he saw an upward curve on my lips
He leaned forward to examine it.
His tongue fellating a droplet across my lower lip “You’re a magician” he grinned.
Even the sea water turns sweetest on you! hushed kissing me..
Biting him I reddened by punishing him for the sarcasm.
The furiousness of turbulent waves enhances under the moon,
So am I, in his presence!
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