If flirting were feeding, I'd be tossing snacks your way all day.
You make meetings at the touch tank feel like date nights.
Are you seafoam? Because I want to leave traces of you everywhere I go.
I must be magnetite—I'm inexplicably attracted to the glass you grace.
If you were an exhibit label, I'd spend hours reading every line about you.
Do you like deep dives? Because I'm ready to explore you endlessly.
If you were a coral reef, I'd be the fish that never leaves.
Even the aquarium signage couldn't spell how attracted I am to you.
You're sweeter than sea salt caramel and way more addicting.
If I had a conch, I'd whisper our future into it and hope you listen.
Are you a tide pool critter? Because I'm ready to adapt to your world.
You must be the algae bloom—sudden, bright, and impossible to ignore.
If love had gills, I'd breathe you in and never come up for air.
Are you a tide table? Because I plan my days around you.
