She was like the ocean. She always has been the taste of salt, the tide that comes close and then pulls back, but promises to return. She was like the ocean, deep enough to sink you, but never so far that the light can not reach…
She was like the ocean. She always has been the taste of salt, the tide that comes close and then pulls back, but promises to return. She was like the ocean, deep enough to sink you, but never so far that the light can not reach…
You can always find her on the seashore. She smells like coconuts and there is something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that inundates you like a sparkling tidal wave…
She is traveling through the desert heat when whispering winds stroke dusty shores. The sunbeams are playing between her shadow and her soul. You can feel her wild heartbeat in each grain of sand and see the roaring waves in […]
I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that explode in sunlight, your humid, fluid voice the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.
There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves… Apple “Worn by Waves” lookbook photography Asher Moss model Melodi Meadows h&m Christina McMillan