My mind is a sea and fantasies are swimming. Fears have migrated elsewhere for the summer. Who knows how long this season will be. I play with time like putty in my hands, pulling to stretch the seconds as our lips touch. Sadly I am slow to master the art of making time apart from you move faster.
This is accelerating. I am an open road for you. Surrounding you in vast landscapes and kissing you with warm winds. Making you feel free even as I swallow your heart whole. Showered in the moon’s glow you shine like silver. Your skin is the flavor of gold and every taste of you is treasured.