Tracing Patterns in the Maze of Your Back.. Softly, Softly the Goose Bumps Like That.

I ran my fingers through the sand and felt you were with me, as if I was running my fingers across your skin and through your hair. I heard you whisper my name through the waves and you hushed me to sleep. Though it was gently and quiet, there was an urgency in your voice that took me quickly into our secret place. I knew that you sent a smooth breeze to kiss my cheek. When the waves became silent, I opened my eyes just to see if you were still breathing. Soon after another rush of the ocean came back to me and I still felt you there. I fell gently into sleep and you caught me to rest my head against your pillow. You made sure my sleep was sweet and even though it only lasted a moment, it felt as if I was there with you forever. My black skies were inviting me once more into your domain so I stayed there as long as time allowed me to. The ocean in the air left your scent on my skin. Bonne nuit chérie she tells me. You have to go to sleep so we can meet again.