salt on your lips

I want to fold myself around you like water,
shaping to your every curve,
filling the spaces you keep unseen.
I want to taste you—not just your lips,
but the quiet ache of your soul,
until your thirst is sated
and my longing is no longer a wound.

I want to pour myself over your skin,
cooling the fire of your desires,
igniting the heat in mine.
Let me slip deeper,
past the barriers you guard so fiercely,
into the shadows where your truth resides,
until I am the air you breathe,
the thought you cannot escape.

Let me be your stillness and your storm,
the tide that claims you,
the pull you can never resist.
Even when the waves retreat,
you’ll find me in the salt on your skin,
in the whisper of the moon’s light,
in the rhythm of a life you cannot live without me.

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I woke up from a deliciously sensual dream with the first line of this poem lingering in my mind