I was always scared of the ocean when I was young.
I feared I’d be stung by a jelly fish.
As I watch the waves wash from up the sand.
I think of the ocean blue eyes that met mine.
Your hair matched the sand of a beach.
Your smile is as bright as the sun over the horizon.
When I go to the beach I think of you.
Your warm touch against mine.
Like a sunburnt ready to burst.
Your skin is as soft as ...