We're floating, and the tide pulls us a bit closer to the sun drenched beach. The waves splash against our kiss, against us, and I smile as your lips suddenly taste of salt.
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My feet make contact with the warm sand and a gentle breeze reminds me of my skin. A small shiver runs down my spine, and before it ends your arms enclose around my shoulders, a towel between us. I smile, then laugh.
It feels warmer, and I take the towel into my own hands, turning to face you.
Your eyes are alive with expectation, and the sense of vibrancy fills me too as I inhale the burning wind. The air tastes like satsuma, I think.
It's our last day together, and I don't care a bit.
I don't care a bit, and you hold my hand.
I don't care a bit.
I don't care a bit.
About Me
- Skyfall
- Full of life, colorful, happy - always, always happy. His life is a dance floor, music flows in him, through him, he never gets tired of dancing, of laughing, talking, creating and thinking. He is flamboyant and audacious, and content at being so. He lives to enjoy the color spectrum in all its great impossibility.