There's nothing quite like it.
Actually, nothing even comes close. Watching that woman run toward the water like there's nothing holding her back; nothing else on her mind but getting her toes wet and feeling the warm rays shine down on her face. To anybody else it's just another hidden spot on the beach. Just sand and water, and a salty taste in the air they can barely stand for more than a day. But to her, it's different. The sea pulls her close; the warm water hugs around her small frame like no lover could ever do.
If she's being frank, Zeppelin could say she's a little jealous. But she swears if you could just see the way Tango's eyes light up when she knows they're getting close to their spot, you'd be jealous of the ocean too.. How giddy she is for days before they even arrive, the roll of her eyes when Zeppelin inevitably makes that 'beach babe' remark watching her pull her shirt over her head.. She knows that's home for her honey, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Watching her giggle and tug at her hand like a little kid excited for their first trip to the beach. This is far from her first, but it doesn't matter. Even for Zepp, every time feels like the first time. No matter how many times that lady drags her to the water waist deep for a kiss as the sun sets, or they sit and shoot the breeze back and forth over lunch under the midday sun. It doesn't matter. When they're here; time's still.
That's how she'll see her until the end. If she got to choose her heaven, it'd be here. It'd be her. Her Queen of the Sea; sand in her hair, and salt in her kiss. She'd watch her lover ride those waves for an eternity if she could, and she's not one for praying, but she does. That when she'd finally down for the count, this is where she'll be. Crashing of waves and the laughter of the one she loves. This might be Tango's home, but for her?
Wherever that pretty beach bum lays her head is more than good enough for her too.
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art & zepp /c/ me
tango /c/ :icontangonuevo;
Actually, nothing even comes close. Watching that woman run toward the water like there's nothing holding her back; nothing else on her mind but getting her toes wet and feeling the warm rays shine down on her face. To anybody else it's just another hidden spot on the beach. Just sand and water, and a salty taste in the air they can barely stand for more than a day. But to her, it's different. The sea pulls her close; the warm water hugs around her small frame like no lover could ever do.
If she's being frank, Zeppelin could say she's a little jealous. But she swears if you could just see the way Tango's eyes light up when she knows they're getting close to their spot, you'd be jealous of the ocean too.. How giddy she is for days before they even arrive, the roll of her eyes when Zeppelin inevitably makes that 'beach babe' remark watching her pull her shirt over her head.. She knows that's home for her honey, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Watching her giggle and tug at her hand like a little kid excited for their first trip to the beach. This is far from her first, but it doesn't matter. Even for Zepp, every time feels like the first time. No matter how many times that lady drags her to the water waist deep for a kiss as the sun sets, or they sit and shoot the breeze back and forth over lunch under the midday sun. It doesn't matter. When they're here; time's still.
That's how she'll see her until the end. If she got to choose her heaven, it'd be here. It'd be her. Her Queen of the Sea; sand in her hair, and salt in her kiss. She'd watch her lover ride those waves for an eternity if she could, and she's not one for praying, but she does. That when she'd finally down for the count, this is where she'll be. Crashing of waves and the laughter of the one she loves. This might be Tango's home, but for her?
Wherever that pretty beach bum lays her head is more than good enough for her too.
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art & zepp /c/ me
tango /c/ :icontangonuevo;
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