You are the ocean

I’ve been having these recurrent dreams lately.

I’m walking straight into the ocean, my feet feel the cold sutil waves kissing my ankles. The sensation is equivalent to when your lips brushed the curves of my body.

Tender, poised, sweet, seductive.

Provocative in a way like these waves, pulling me deeper and deeper. I’m vulnerably giving in while also completely aware that there will be a moment where the tips of my toes won’t touch the bottom anymore, leaving me unable to grab one last breath.

I keep getting absorbed. Internally I’m frightened to death but I just let the natural pull of the ocean allure me. The moons confident gravitational force tugs at me ever so gently and all I consciously feel is drunk and desolately in love.

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