Warrior of Storms

Her breath grazes my skin her giggle tickles my ear and her eyes poison my mind We lay in bed while the midnight moon shines through the shears and dances it's light around the room Her caramel skin is as smooth as the ocean as her skin tells tales of wretched storms that overtook the sea of her mind She believes that she will never live to the fullest because of her past but I see her I hear her stories of the past and the blood that stains the record and her thighs and I 𝘴𝘦𝘦 her My girl sailed the storms of the water and has made it safely to my bed where she tells her stories while the moon lights up our faces and I see her for who she is: A 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳.