Thirty-one
 
Would you like to taste the salt of my ocean? 

The tides of which carries unknowing ships to their doom. 

Safe passage is never a guarantee. But 

if you should survive the voyage what I perceive to be a paradise awaits you. 

I wait for you on an island charted only by me 

and my desires. I have made you a burrow under the roots of an ancient tree. 

We can stay there together if you like.