by Sarah Martin

Created on: February 15, 2010   Last Updated: September 30, 2010

Sand grains rub against the soles of my feet,

like a thousand diamonds cutting edge; a complimentary pain.

The smell of fresh sea salt smothers my nasal passage,

like an overprotective mother; I've come home.

As i venture out towards the water, ammatures return.

They don't feel the wave, be the wave, like i do.

Me and the sea go together like oxygen to lungs.

Without the sea, i am nothing, I'm dead.

Cold, fresh, blue liquid arrouses my feet.

I take a deep breathe and praise the picturesque views.

Me and my board swim out to the deep waters.

I am not afraid, the sea and i become one.

I sit and wait for the perfect set.

Paddling rapidly ready for the drop.

Im in; above the curve seduces me.

A turn with the wave, glide together.

I look through the tube to the end.

I dont want to leave.

My heart pounds, breathing increasing.

Head rush occurs, pressure building.

It's as if me and my wave are making love.

The feeling; oh what a feeling...

Finally, the tube comes to an end.

The great orgasm as i reach my goal

We did it again; perfection.

Me and the wave...We become one...

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