SpruceBabe.

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.