The shoreline shimmers in moonlight,
silver waves lapping at my feet,
a cool whisper against my heat,
but it is your touch that sets me ablaze.

Bare beneath the endless sky,
I stand before you, trembling,
salt-kissed air teasing my skin,
nipples hard and aching, waiting—
waiting for you.

Your hands find me, slow, knowing,
fingertips tracing the curve of my waist,
the swell of my breasts,
the pulse of need thrumming beneath my skin.

The tide rolls in, soft at first,
just as your lips press against my throat,
your tongue tasting the salt and surrender.
A shiver climbs my spine,
hips tilting toward you—
but you take your time,
letting me melt, letting me ache.

The water swirls around our ankles,
cold where your body is fire,
where your breath is hot against my nipple—
parting lips, teasing tongue,
circling, flicking, sucking.

I moan, arch, offer more,
but you are patient, relentless,
letting each wave of sensation build,
pulling me deeper into the tide of you.

A wave surges up the shore,
just as your teeth graze my nipple—sharp, perfect.
I cry out, fingers twisting in your hair,
hips pressing forward, needing, pleading.

The ocean pulls back, teasing,
just as you pull back,
tongue sweeping over the wet, aching peak
before capturing it again, harder, deeper,
sucking in time with the tide.

Each roll of the waves is a touch, a thrust,
a rhythm set by nature itself,
by the universe unfolding between my legs,
by the fire surging in my core,
wet and ready, dripping for you.

You lower me into the wet sand,
body covering mine, the heat of you
making the cool night disappear.
Your fingers slip between my thighs,
spreading me wide, finding my swollen center,
stroking, circling, pressing—
the same rhythm as the tide.

In. Out. In. Out.
Like the waves.
Like breath.
Like the pulse of the earth beneath us.

I am writhing, gasping,
a mess of moans and trembling need,
but you do not give in yet.
No, you make me wait.
You make me feel.

The water rushes higher,
the foam curling over my thighs,
a whisper, a cool contrast to the heat between them.

Then—you fill me.

A slow, deep slide that steals my breath,
that makes my body clench,
that makes the stars blur and the sky disappear.

A wave crashes.
So do I.

My hands clutch at your back,
your shoulders, your hair,
as you move inside me,
as the water rocks us,
as your fingers pinch my nipples, hard,
sending fire straight to my core.

The pleasure rises,
swelling, tightening, unbearable,
but I hold on, hold back—
because I know.
I know what’s coming.

You move faster, harder,
your body pressing me into the sand,
your name a broken prayer on my lips.

Another wave crashes—
higher, stronger, relentless.

I am rising, spiraling,
every nerve burning,
every inch of me clenched, trembling,
needing release.

Your mouth claims mine,
tongue thrusting in time with your body,
in time with the waves,
in time with the pleasure about to break.

Your body drives into mine, relentless, primal,
each thrust pushing me closer to the edge, higher, deeper—
until there is nothing left but fire, pressure, release.
The craving mounts, a storm surging inside me,
spiraling higher, wilder—until—
the ocean roars.

A final, earth-shattering wave—
and I shatter with it.

My body convulses, clenches, explodes,
a blinding white-hot pleasure
ripping me apart and remaking me.

The universe detonates inside me,
pleasure rolling out in endless pulses,
a supernova, a tidal wave,
a flood of heat, of love, of surrender.

I come, and I come, and I come,
my body convulses, trembles, erupts—unstoppable, unending—
waves of pleasure drowning me,
one after another. Again. Again. Endless, infinite.

My cries are lost in the wind,
in the roaring surf,
as my body quakes, as my soul opens,
as I expand beyond skin, beyond time,
beyond everything.
I surrender to boundless infinity. The Source.
One Love.

The world stills.
The waves retreat.
But inside me, the tide still moves.

You collapse against me,
breath ragged, body spent,
our hearts pounding in sync,
still pulsing, still riding the echoes of pleasure,
I accept your gifts.

And somewhere, far above,
the stars are watching,
smiling, knowing—
that tonight, the ocean wasn’t the only thing
that came to shore.