May 16, 2025
More in Jasmine's Poetry Cognition In Repose
Thighs broke wrinkles in the waves spraying seafoam across his lips.
Water rolled smoothly on his sinew in onyx jeweldrops; melding together onto the sand.
Closing my eyes, I imagined licking them would leave behind a trail of salt.
Moondust spilled lightning on the crests and I arched my neck to receive his kiss.
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