Whispers of Tide

The sea breeze carried echoes of laughter, cherished memories entwined with the rhythm of the waves. Her eyes, like deep ocean pools, invited secrets to dance beneath the surface. They said that each tide brought a story, whispered in forgotten tongues, yearning for a listening heart.

When the moon cast silver paths across the water, I followed them with bare feet, feeling the phantom touch of her caress on my skin. Each step echoed through the quiet sands, a chorus of desires unspoken, dreams woven from the threads of time. Can you hear them?

Beneath the stars, our laughter was a melody, boundless as the sky. The waves eroded my barriers, fell over my heart without restraint, washing away the weight of solitude. Hidden in the depths was the tide of our unvoiced symphony.