You hold me close and the storm calms and recedes away. Those arms are the cocoon that protect me from the madness. Sitting in silence surrounded by strangers sharing words and life, we're hidden away in our private world.
Peaceful.
Still.
Islands.
Quiet.
As you caress my arm softly, my fingers trace a pattern on your chest before the thud of your heartbeat distracts me. Palm to chest, I feel the proof of your life. As I breathe you in, the thud is the drumbeat to our setting.
Calm.
Pulsating.
Alive.
Thrilling.
The world has faded and I'm comfortably numb against your chest. The feeling left is you and me, two souls stranded in the sea of life. You kiss my forehead and it's the little things that make me smile.
Safe.
Warm.
Cherished.
Cared for.
As your lips meet mine in a gentle dance of chemistry, the passion of the sea roars to life and we're swept away battling for breath. The fire burns in our veins as the lust is set free. Left reeling and dazed, your kisses have the power to destroy.
Life.
Reborn.
Death.
Love.
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