Wet Sand
Like a tongue, the waves lick the sand of her naked body that lays there on the wet sand. It starts out in the distance, far, far away, perhaps the other side of the world for all that we know, and slowly comes lapping out onto the sandy shore over her entire body like tongue over teeth. Exploring all the crevices he can find, refreshing himself as he goes, and clearing away the old smells and thoughts. The ocean has become man watered all consuming looking without necessary consent overpowers the body at least in front of it.
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