Tidal Wave

At first she was scared, Emotionally impaired, But she cautiously came, As my breeze called her name… It blew through her hair, With the scent of salt air, While caressing her in, The small gaps in linen… So eager to soothe, She starts to remove, As she wade’s to come in, So I’m close to her skin… But just up to her waist, While she begs me to taste, Each time moving twice, To be more precise… At last comes the wave, I’ve have waited to save, So she covers again, As she's drenched from within…