Max The Tourist

The pineapple always reminds me of summer, put it on a tasty pizza, in an amazing cocktail with rum filled with taste orgasm. The heat from the sun touches my body as I seat on the beach of a small Greek Island. I'm sitting with my amazing partner, happiness fills my heart. Her love to me fills my body, my heart sings and gives me muse. I can hear the bird sing like angels or perhaps those are angels. I love the smell of a sea in the morning. The smiles on our faces. We did it, we totally did it. Anything is possible. And as I always used to say in those situations, if I die after this day I did it all, so no regrets. I love that the life goes on, and after a while you can feel. You can be happy once again. It is amazing to look into these eyes, into these amazing blue eyes and see your reflection in them. To drown in them, To drown in her love, in her body. The lust that I feel to her in limitless. The hope of her being here till the day we die. It's all possible. And it is real, been once a fruit of my imagination and now it's real. It's real like the sand between my fingers. Like this amazing cocktail.