When love is like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep there should not be any worry to be washed away..
I am a deserted island and the routinely cleansing tide my only true love.
You exist to me as an undulating sea moving in tides and spittle of foaming ecstasy, endlessly erasing the landscape of the shore, letting it settle in place to erode it once more.
You're fantastic at poetic imagery. If you don't already, I suggest writing poetry :-)
Thanks for the compliment ..I haven't tried that now if you insist;)
Ugh......awful.......
When love is like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep there should not be any worry to be washed away..
I am a deserted island and the routinely cleansing tide my only true love.
You exist to me as an undulating sea
moving in tides and spittle of foaming ecstasy,
endlessly erasing the landscape of the shore,
letting it settle in place to erode it once more.
You're fantastic at poetic imagery. If you don't already, I suggest writing poetry :-)
Thanks for the compliment ..I haven't tried that now if you insist;)
Probably the best idea yet