My eyes become stained with the green of your hair as I watch you working in the bright sunlight. A few strands fall down over your brow and they make my fingers itch to touch them, tousle, tease them. They ruffle in the sea breeze and you impatiently brush at them with fingertips that make me shudder. The hands burn me when I imagine their touch though your gentle fingers bely the strength within those large rough palms. They grasp the anchor and ripples of muscle shudder to life on your shiny-sweat arms. A heave and it's cast, sinking as deeply as my heart yearning to stroke the bulges that melt back to smooth flesh. You turn and I'm wracked with a shudder to watch the trickles of sweat slip down the valleys of the runnel of scar tissue twisting unmercifully across your chest. I'm panting from that bizarre sickness you flood my veins with when you see me and grin. A thousand birds flutter in my stomach and burst free of my mouth only for you. Grasp me, pin me, for only you can draw them out of my stomach through your kisses. Sweet healer of my body, scent of musk and steel and feel of heat and crushing passion, I need you.