My ocean of love
I yearn to wake and pour my ocean into the parched cup of my lover's sands. As the sunlight filters through the curtains, I imagine the golden rays gently caressing his bare skin, awakening him to the possibilities that lie ahead. It is in those moments that I feel a surge of passion, an overwhelming desire to give him all that I have, to quench his thirst with the depths of my love.
In the realm between sleep and wakefulness, I find solace in dreams. It is there that I can immerse myself in fantasies, where my lover's desires are met with every touch and every whispered word. I see myself as the water that slakes his thirst, flowing freely in his presence. But alas, it is only a dream, a fleeting illusion that dissipates as I open my eyes.
When the morning finally comes, I yearn to awaken and dive headfirst into the lake of our love. I want to shed my inhibitions and plunge into the depths of passion, where we can swim together, completely vulnerable and uninhibited. It is in those moments that we are truly connected, bound together by an unbreakable bond.
Yet, even in the midst of our passionate embrace, I cannot help but crave more. I desire to drown in our bodies, to lose myself in the tides of ecstasy, only to resurface momentarily for one last breath. With each inhalation, I want to roar at love itself, declaring our unyielding devotion to one another. And as our voices intertwine, I want our love to echo through all the rivers we've carved with our fervent desires.
But as I reflect on past loves, I realize that not all hearts are capable of being filled. I have swum blindly in empty pools, desperate for a deep connection that was never there. In those moments of darkness, I longed for a guiding light, a beacon to lead me to the depths of true love. And before I conclude my roaring, I would make a pact with the wind, asking it to blow me an eternal kiss.
With that everlasting kiss, our love would be sown in every crashing wave, forever etched in the rhythmic motion of the ocean. We would no longer be confined to mere puddles or fleeting moments of saltwater. Instead, we would drown in our very own ocean, where our salts blend and create the purest of waters, causing even the most pristine streams to blush in envy.
For I am an ocean, vast and deep, longing to quench his insatiable thirst. My waves crash against the shores of his being, leaving imprints of love that can never be washed away. And as I persistently wave and beckon him towards me, I hope that he is searching for a salty hello, a connection that transcends the ordinary and dives into the realm of true passion and devotion.
My love knows no bounds. It is an ocean that yearns to pour itself into the cup of my lover's parched sands. Through dreams and waking moments, I desire to swim naked in the lake of our love, drowning in our bodies only to resurface for one last breath. I want to roar at all the rivers we've carved without water and make a pact with the wind for an eternal kiss.
Let my love be sown in every wave, transforming mere saltwater into the purest of waters. Together, we can transcend the confines of shallow ponds and create a connection that is deep and unbreakable. So, my lover, if you seek an ocean that will quench your thirst like no other, then hear my salty hello and dive into the depths of my love.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer