A touch of desire and mischief

My heart's sandy beach
always awaits thy tidal reach
to bring it back to life;

to feel thy pleasant strife,

The lifeless grains of sand

dance with joy as you land

upon my beached self,

You, caress, shove, swipe

and cuddling full and ripe,

You rearrange the boring design,

You carry the experience 

of the seas far away

with its countless wavy sway

and jostle, heave your breast

lifefully on my chest,

Seeks your fickle self some rest,

A sea of possibilities your your breast,

You bring a noise 

that sees through the sandy silence,

You kiss the grains of my being

with your salty, effervescent lips,

You sway

and make hay,

massaging me with your fluidity

and stormy charms,

Then you slip out of my pining arms,

heartlessly recede and go away

far into the depths of the sea,

And I look alone and forlorn,

waiting for your return

to bring me again back to life.