22 November 2012
The cold wind against my face.
My hair messy and out of place.
The one thing that is truly right,
Your lips puckering perfectly tight.
Your teeth graze my lower lip,
Your hand resting above my hip.
The water splashing against the ship,
The boat moving with a skip.
The sea's shining midnight blue,
Always will Remind me,
Darling, of you.
Midnight Blue Memories • Opuss № I