MissyMaroon

I'm lost in the rhythm of the sea; slow, rolling waves sloshing toward land, kissing the shore and my feet; retreating back only to return again, so cold and familiar. Your heartbeat resounds throughout me--a warmth passing over me against the chill of the salty breeze. The waves draw back and I'm almost pulled into it--the ocean's darkness--but I stand firm and unmoved, anchored to you. I'm lost in your arms--my body meshing with yours--as your hands move over me, like the ebb and flow of the waves in the dark night. I'm a slave to it; I can't escape the calm of your voice, your breath hot in my ear--so warm and inviting, I'm consumed by the comfort. My heart sings for you a joyous, mellow song, that not much different from the foamy waters crashing gently against our tangled ankles. In this moment I belong to you. I want to feel you as the sea does the sand in its subtle but sudden way. I want to give in to your waves; come sinking into great depths unexplored, far from pain, and strife, and plight, and shame. I want to be yours.