WYPOV

My warship wives are so fragrant.
Maybe it was a fluke that I met her, but I should be hers, as she should be mine.
Her completely flat deck breathes a clear, pure, innocent, immature,naive,sacrosanct and enchanting perfume.
I told her fairy tales, just like she told me our stories.
We lean together beneath a dying sun, with only the ocean remembering our footprints we had just left on the sands.