Daisy and The Sea

Description of the ocean I wrote for my english class

Bitter, lucid water lulled over her ankles and licked the tips of her toes, it weaved itself over her naked body and around her pointed claws, made her pretty blonde hair turn curly and instigated an unfamiliar sensuality as it caressed her modest arches and bows. The silence of water drubbing her ears was hailed and compelling like crack to the fruitless man, it swept over her like wind through fur and smelt of freshly cut grass and summer. Today the brine was refreshing, like sex after many months of persistent chasity or watermelon after playing outside. The ocean's salty kisses stank of unwelcome nostalgia, and her warm embrace was a regrettable indulgence. Daisy wondered how long she could float like this before she would drown, eaten like the distorted horizon, who was lapped by shrewd waves, more and more so every time she glanced over. She blinked her wide, earnest eyes, those blue hues the envy of every summer sky, and swigged a mouthful of vivid water, that was warmer than foreseen. She felt it coerce her weary lungs and sway her hollow stomach, all the while liberating herself into a guilty, benign death, which remained vicarious enough to tempt her into delightful submission, availed by a pitiful perversity.