The Shoreline
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She looked like the shoreline—
The way the sun kissed her skin
The way her beauty was as obvious as nature
The way her curves matched the landscape
I wanted her on film, on my phone, in a frame
As if she was a sunset
She felt like the shoreline—
I could predict her highs and lows that matched the tides
When my hands grazed hers,
she was as soft as the shell in my pocket
Some days a calm breeze, other days a messy storm and either way,
Mesmerizing
If you sipped the ocean air, then kissed her,
You’d find she even tasted like the sea
A familiar salty sweet on my tongue
And the sound of her?
A dancing hum like a rolling wave
That forever flows through my mind
She will always be to me, the shoreline.