A girl should be
Kissed a little too hard
with a hand held
around their throat
a little too tight
And grasped
As if panicked
She'll expire by morning
And slip away like sand
If you can't learn her
Quickly enough
Salt.
I like when movement ebbs and flows like the waves... Slow, gradual, soft and sweet and then intensifies until it crumbles and comes crashing down to melt together.