Canary

A new face. Someone I know, but look at differently. What's right?
I still cum when called
Held against a crashing wave. Sea salt; tip-toe around
A new smell. Will I ever get used to it?
A new face in my sleep
Three stones on a porcelain plate: Two for you, one for me
Manipulating a canary's tune
Beautiful; you float across the floor
Am I tricking myself? Or is the winner really gone?
I can hear you breaking in. Take whatever you want