~ Adrift… ~

My love leans into the sun
Bronze sweat glistens
Down, down
Defined calves
The oceans breeze
Plays about his hair
Ruffles, as imaginary
Fingers frolicking
His tunic outlines
As the sun shines
And I’m blinded
By the light

Imagination has wings
Flies on feather light desire
Teasing the senses
To the point of surrender
Sweet surrender
In a frothy sea
Where he leads
I follow
Where I end
He begins
Adrift a wave
Called, passion



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