Driftwood

It was early in the morning still and quite but for the wind and waves as I walked along the ocean's edge. I could see a sunbather off in the distance and thought how nice it was to be cradled in the sun soaked sand. Her smooth and polished body and limbs bask and glowed in the heat of the morning sun. The seagull's cry overhead startled me, and had me worried now for her, there alone and so still in the sand. I found myself running to her filled with worry and delight at how silly I'd feel when I got there to find her warm and well. As I got closer and closer I could see her glorious body so curvaceous and smooth, glowing like the well polished surface of driftwood after its long and arduous journey it made from some distant far away land. I found myself running to her now filled with hope and desire, my muse pulling me to her. I offered no resistance and spun my wheels running in the sand not making the progress I so desired. My heart was pounding harder with every step I ran. I knew I had to be with her.