Sitting on the sand, I watch the water crash onto the shore, then roll back out. Sandpipers run along the wet sand, trying to keep from being swept away with the tide.

I close my eyes and see you lean over to kiss me softly; my heart skips a beat. I want to feel your skin on mine and beg you to make love to me. I need to feel you inside me, your passion filling me, making me moan.

The waves sneak back higher and cover my toes. I open my eyes and wish you were here.