Apr 13, 2017 05:35
i don't know why you think i'm so special but your hands
meet my chest successfully on a cold spring beach.
your mouth is open
the beach is loud on us
right
now
and abrupt
but you don't
seem to care.
i don't understand the way you disregard the frost on the sand
or
your strategic skirt
the buttons that opened
for me so easily.
i am not nervous with you.
you have strong hands, and i don't mind that
even though i thought
i would
those hands deliver me in a very new way.
the sand we share is still dressed in\\ winter.
you are.
very unexpected.
that is all.
jesus christ