Breathing while I lie in the baked sun and watch you as you saunter across the ships deck...You wonder why to yourself...Why does she lie there not speaking, not smiling, not moving or touching...Your happiness comes first... before my wants, before my needs, before my hunger...
Hunger for you hands to fall upon my shoulders and bring me close to your warmth...
Still the sun bakes and I breathe and smile and realize that you smile back as you saunter...
Both of us are pleasantly waiting for love...
Your happiness comes first...
You use your strong hands to grab tethers, and toss tools...You use your eyes to look out beyond and still I wait for your touch...
Your happiness comes first... before my wants, before my needs, before my hunger...
Hunger for your hands to fall upon my shoulders and bring you close to my warmth...
The suns bakes and the eagle has landed giving permission to believe what's in my heart to follow...
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