THE WIND, A TEASING WHISPER

The wind, a teasing whisper, caresses the shore,
Waves crash in ecstasy, a relentless, rhythmic roar.
Seagulls cry their passion, soaring high above,
Sun-drenched sand a smoldering stage, where turquoise meets desire.

Seashells, like scattered pearls, catch the sun's warm glow,
Seaweed sways in languor, secrets only the deep can know.
Salty spray, a wet caress, paints the air with mist,
Shoreline whispers promises, on the ocean's passionate kiss.

Dancing with the sunbeams, hair unbound and wild,
Footprints trace a burning path, on the ocean's heated ground.
A symphony of sensations, on this coastal bed,
Where wind and waves entwine, in an ageless, primal tread.