Crashing...
waves rock back and forth
pushing and pulling me
with no care for my plans
nor my wishes.
I am at the mercy of the ocean
this ocean called life.
Yet deter me this shan't
for I accept that
which I can't change
and focus on what I can...
She held on to him,
and he let her.
her life in flames behind her,
naught but uncertanity ahead,
this beast, her one constant.
"take me" she said,
as she urged her heaving bosom to him.
"make me forget".
but he refused,
"it would be a sweet lie,
but ...
Her eyes
the color of the sea
Her skin
Chocolate serenity
Her lips plump
Like the fruits of Valencia
Her temper
Feared even by sparta
Her hair like obsidian
Cleansing my mind
can be like venom from a snake
And grapes from a vine...