Crashing
Your sand, my waves
you're every grain
hotter than one
can possibly explain.
My water
trickles to you ,
at first
just to tease,
increasing
in urgency to aid
in your release.
Before too long
my waves
crash against you,
covering the loin
of your land,
caressing it in it's
beautifully long span.
My wetness envelopes you as
I bury you in the splashes,
applying wet thudding lashes.
I pound your hot surface
with all that is my waves
because in the end it's only
you that I crave.
©SamHarty
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