You smell like an ocean wave tonight
a smell that beckons me, come closer. And I know well that once I do you'll pull me under with the shells. I run my tongue over your lips like a whisper fades in moonlight. I feel your fingertips press chills into my crumbling spine. We are not meant to love forever I'm not even sure we are meant to love now, but as your mouth searches dankly my skin I cannot help but think you are mine. And sadly, outside this starlit universe of fever touch and chilly kisses, where my skin is yours and time disappears, I'm not yours. And I know it. But do you?
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