Inside
Andréa
Ignite
Loving
Her
Of Friends and Lovers
I wanted more of her, stories slow to form on days the sun shines bright above and waves will dance to the tunes we play. I found wet skin to lure my hands under the waves and tasted years known for friends we cared and loved. But once unwrapped desires tend to grow wild under a touch, a taste of salt on sunburned lips will leave a mark. She still a friend of moments formed of sand and waves, forever be across our skins of secret lovers. HRios