I Can Sink Like No One's Business

[YungMulaTheImage]

I pulled from the air,
The scent of your wine-colored hair,
As we lay on a beach,
Under towers of white chalk
And the sand flows over the dunes,
Just out of reach,
Of every desperate hand,
Of each breaking wave
I can sink like no one's buisness

[Patriarch]

Re: I Can Sink Like No One's Business

A little light on rhyme, but it contains some wonderful imagery.