The sun’s melting gold across the water, and I can feel it painting you and me into this perfect moment. 

Sweat clings, curls whip in the wind, and my hands itch to pull you close, to remind you exactly whose yacht this is… and whose heart. 

You laugh at my theatrics, tossing scraps to a shark, and I realize I’d let you have the ocean, the world, even a monster, just to see you smile. 

My platinum chain glints, your gaze finds me, and I know: 

I’m yours, utterly, endlessly.