How your vicious waves crash against the rocks
like one thousand galloping white horses
curling overhead and spraying my locks
rendering us victims to the sea's forces.
The salt soaks deep into our weathered skin
and washes away the trickling beads of sweat
as your roaring voice is guiding me in
sounding so tempting, fiercely wild and wet.
The sunlight glistens on your highest peaks
somehow attracting me to your danger
until I'm lost in your colour for weeks
and I regard the land as a stranger.
I want your tides to grip and pull me ashore
for your savage beauty is one I adore.
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