Island Fever

Hormones heightened by the sounds of a crashing wave.
The taste of sea salt in the air provoking me to misbehave.
Nipples erecting from the cool sand lightly grazing the nerves in between my toes.
Perspiring beads of lust capturing the fragrance of the sun within my clothes.
Even the clouds are congregating to form images of you on top of me.
Either I'm having a sensory overload or your absence is Jamaican me crazy.