Child of the Sea

Just a small peom

I am a child of the sea, able to hear her voice so sweet.
         I am blessed with the ability to feel her gentle coarse against my rough skin.
         I can smell her alluring aroma upon each breath of the wind.
         I taste her salt each time she throws her emotions about in a fury for all to see.
         And when I see her, beautiful, mysterious, and stretched out beyond the horizon, shivers run down the lengths of my spine.
I am a child of the sea.