Seaside

As I set my feet on the sand,

Waves of this sea rush towards me,

A brief meeting and they leave,

Sweeping away the sand under my feet.

Some things are never under control.

I yearn for your lips on mine,

My fingers running through your hair.

The Sun, setting slowly, setting the sky alight.

Panting, yet we keep kissing.

And then, darkness creeping in,

Some things are never under control.

And your lips were never on mine.

Just me, the sea, and the sand slipping away.

Author: strawberriesandcigerettes

I'm that midnight thinker with too many irresistible thoughts, trying my best to recreate them with words.

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