Her hands engulfed my body like warm tropical waters.
Her hair danced among rays of sunlight weightlessly in the ocean breeze.
Her lips tasted of mango and pineapple.
Native language was melodic and loving.
Her hips swayed to tell our story.
Her heart is a small island I once visited.
In the middle of the ocean.
I hope that I retire in that place.
4 comments:
That sounds like the place to be.
DAYUM! That is an awesome write.
Speechless again. I'm really feeling your posts.
Among many other things, you are indeed a talented writer...that was beautiful!!!
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