Beach Metaphore
Rocking like the ocean
The black sea foam of my hair
washing over you
Moving slowly, cresting, then crashing on your rocks
The tide rising and wrapped around you
My arms rise and drench you
My finger rivulets tracing lines down your back
My breath in my teeth like splashing sea spray
I feel you stretched out on the white sand of my skin
My soft sigh like distant cresting waves
We are wet and shipwrecked
Drowned in rapture