the man is made of ocean water and I really dig summer

 

You taste like July
like the heat of the sun
warmth as if you were laying under it
you seem to carry it in the freckles of your back

You kiss like there's no tomorrow
like you don't know the definition
of being lukewarm,
you only know the crashing of a wave:
unstoppable, destructive, beautiful

You toss me as the ocean currents
like I'm weightless
as if your strenght came from within
from the passion that you carry
gravity, directing your every move

You touch me like I'm precious
As if you want to bury yourself under my skin
to live inside this body
yours doesn't seem to be enough if mine's around
like the ocean foam finding a way between my toes

I don't miss the ocean when you're near
you're made of moody, roaring tide

I want to swim in you