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