inertia writes:

carved from the earth
with the power to breathe life with a smile,
his polished ivory skin
and chameleon-like eyes
never miss what they’re looking for

salmon pink and perfect to the touch,
his mouth can stop me from falling
and his fingers push limits all over my body

twilight in the forest
smoke trails leaving my lips to his,
we breathe in deep the silver light.
our fortunes materializing in fading atmospheres,
the waiting hurts

spread out like death
upon barren rocks i wait
and the tides tease my hands
and the waves crash against my face;
i can taste you in the salty foam
i can feel you in its jet stream warmth

and it washes over me

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