The sex, the flora, and my wishes.


Milos, here, it smells of sweet, like warm syrup poured over raspberries. Pastel, the air, it is soft over my cheeks and shoulders. The sun, has a different warmth. It’s a heat that stings my skin and radiates through my body. Everything is sensual.  I am aroused by the sound of the waves crashing on rocks outside my window. Intoxicated by the smell of my sweetheart, asleep next to me. Naked as we are. In love with time, and it’s passing, through the haze of sex, the flora, and my wishes ever met. The Aegean sea has stories to tell, written upon every moment it has ever lived. And I help write this story, with my body, my senses, and my hunger.


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