She longs for the ocean.
Salty skin, the sound of waves,
a cool breeze rolling off of the water.

He is the sea.  
His skin tastes like the water she has never seen.  
His heartbeat echoes through his ribs, beat out, take in,
the sound of waves in human form,
crashing through her fragile bones,
drowning her in memories she never thought she'd have.

She is a storm.  
Volatile and unsure,
droplets falling from her eyes at just the whisper of a cloud.
He is the mountain upon which her thunder rolls,
the meadow that best receives her sunshine.

He is her calm.