sultry days


sultry days, lounging around on sun beds and hiding under palm fronds
the sweat slides down your skin
the sun plays with palms leaving secretive shadows on the sand
salty drops of water fall from my wet hair
and a breeze dries salt crystals onto my skin


fresh coconut to quench my thirst, the sweetness is mixed with a 
salty taste left on my lips from the ocean
eyes are sleepy yet full of magic as this scene feeds my soul






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