12:11 a.m.
Cicadas still humming.
Moon shine on the water,
Thoughts racing. Heart drumming.
I'm lost in the ocean, hands under water entwined. Salt water droplets sliding down your cheeks, you're a window to the lighter side. Sun beats on our already pink skin, the white patch of protection on your nose dissapeared a few minutes ago. I am captivated, those green eyes hold so much life. And I'm spinning, waves bringing us closer. But imagination only carries you so far, the alarm sounds and I am no where near the ocean. Just swimming in dreams and white sheats.
owsh mean as oi, "the white patch of protection on your nose" hot
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