Butter smooth skin stroked, long artistic fingers intertwined
Sitting lovelorn at the quiet seashore, the humid wind tactile across my bare back
My face buried in his arms, lost somewhere in the warmth of his chest
Caressing me safely, like an oyster does to its diamond precious
He twiddles my curly black streaked tresses as I cuddle to see his hazel eyes
He hadn't let go of my sweaty palm yet, like this feeling was our last fondle
His lips smiled, the reassuring one again, that kills my selfish pain
I broke contact and looked at the palpable evening waves, the shimmering ripples
As he cupped my face with his hands, he whispered in an almost inaudible voice..
"However deep and far stretched the sea decides to go..
It will come back hitting the shore, because here's where it belongs.
We are like the sea and the shore, if you are the sea, I am your shore.
I will run along your longest stretch and never get tired. And if I am the sea,
you are my shore, my home, my love. I will come back to you,always.
Till death do us apart." Saying this, he kissed my worried forehead.
And together,maybe for the last time,we danced sundown
Too close,too loved. One,like we were always. One.
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