The Wave

Yes, it's about sex.

I've tried so hard to let it slide,
To let my emotions wash on by
Like a salty sweet morning tide,
But you're the wave I long to ride.
I know that it's a hopeless thought
To search for a fish that's already caught,
But to let the cooling seaside air
Catch me, caress me, tangle my hair
Leaves my yearning for that capturing wave
To take me over, give me what I crave.
Turning me over in that endless sea
Then letting me loose, refreshed and free.
But the water will remain calm and untouched
As I wait for a time when the ride is less rough.