Comfort in the Swell
I think I discovered the world in his vibrant blue eyes.
The simple bat of an eyelash sends ocean waves crashing down over my frail body, stealing my breath away in the freezing salt water.
His soft and callused fingers push roughly into my hips as if trying to peel away the flesh to see the truths that hide beneath my bones.
My body surrenders under the subtle shivers of his as flawless lips devour my vanilla neck with reckless abandon.
Strong arms pull me into his chest and I slip past the long red scar into his swollen heart.
There I can finally, comfortably dissolve with each beat taking me down, holding me up, and blowing me away.