Inhale.
There is no depth colder, no kiss deeper.
Her salty potion curses through your veins.
Her demeanor rolls down your spine as you dive into her arms.
That vertigo rush is her gravitational pull, a noxious spill of liberty.
My dear maiden, the ocean, she is a lady of perpetual indulgence.
There is no depth colder, no kiss deeper.
Her salty potion curses through your veins.
Her demeanor rolls down your spine as you dive into her arms.
That vertigo rush is her gravitational pull, a noxious spill of liberty.
My dear maiden, the ocean, she is a lady of perpetual indulgence.
Your first breath ...“oh, trespass sweetly urged, give me my sin again”
Words Shannon Powell , Photos Freya Esders
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