The tiny ripples in his ocean will always belong to a different ocean, and those ripples trigger his devotion as he sails my seas, and my heart belongs to the ocean as I rest upon his sun drenched vastness whilst cradling his salty tears, embracing his flaws whilst holding his woes to enable him to find the calm in the midst of a storm, unlatch him from the screams that haunt his waking hours as they hold his heart hostage.
Cooling his explosive hothead whilst humming my song upon his lips, straddling his waist whilst we sit face to face, sharing breath and sentiment, lightly trailing my nails across his back, and stealing kisses to soothe his raging soul.
Embracing his cool as my fiery nature creates the steam that sets his wheels in motion, marinated in time, and our passion & desire drives us to collide as he tantalises my senses whilst my psyche bathes in the softness of his soft spoken waves.
Knowing, he has the capacity to soothe & heal, yet I run his red lights whilst racking up charges until he pulls me up with his flashing neon lights to assume the position, and he cuffs me whilst punishing my arse, watching my every move and my carefree spirit walks hand in hand with him, and his demons.
I sun kissed his old soul whilst paying homage to his grace, listening deeply to the chanting in which he partakes within as my soul recognises his ancestral bloodlines, and Iím reminded of my roots for we are one of the same kind just from foreign lands, and once again, I'm adrift on his shifting tide contemplating heaven & hell whilst stoking the bonfire he lit, to lead us both home.