Dani Baptisté
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"You're Mine"
I reached down and turn off the water being careful not to wet my hair more than it already was. I step out of the shower carefully, but still slipped- still almost fell. Silently, I laugh at myself remembering how clumsy I can be at times. I dry off and rub the cold coconut oil over my warm brown skin. Slipping into my black shorts and grey crop top, I'm ready for bed. I gathered my clothes opened the door and there he laid almost undisturbed by my presence. I walk over and placed my clothes into a small laundry bag amongst my things then climbed into bed next to him. His bed felt firm but soft the sheets were soft as cotton and smooth like silk. He was tall and older with skin like fresh dark chocolate. He always smelled so good, it was like an intoxicating aphrodisiac. We laid next to each other in silence with the noise of some TV show echoing between us. I was uninterested in watching T.V. anyways. He was still and focused on the show it seemed until I felt him move. He peaked over my right shoulder trying to see if I was asleep, I wasn't but I was drifting deeper into the first realm. Regardless, he assumed I was then cut off the TV.
By Dani Baptisté 2 years ago in Filthy
The Wave
I feel the water's icy touch on my ankles as the grainy sand wedges itself between my toes. The air is fresh and crisp with the smell of salt and hints of fish. The last day of summer cruises by me on the sun as it slowly but surely makes its way to the other side of the world. My board is freshly waxed with scents of pineapple and coconut. The crystal blue water curls into waves that crash at my feet, I am waiting for the one. You know that one wave to make this day and this summer epic, always go out with a bang, they say. I can hear the loud chatter of voices from people at the beach and in the distance I hear the faint call of seagulls, but then it all fades away into silence. All I can hear now are her waves calling to me. It's like she and I have become one as her waves and tides match the rhythm of my beating heart. She is to me Demeter as I am her Persephone and winter is Hades.
By Dani Baptisté 6 years ago in Poets