He swam for the next wave, he could feel the force of it swelling. He positioned himself on the board, glancing toward the sand where his girlfriend Donna sat sunning herself. She barely tolerated his obsession, but that was okay: he barely tolerated her.
He perched on the board, feeling glorious in this moment, suspended animation, he and his board united. This was what he lived for.
This weekend's Trifecta writing challenge: Produce a love scene, but absent the usual suspects (33 forbidden words: stroke, quiver, whisper, hold, say, entice, moan, sigh, embrace, nibble, kiss, excited, taste, dance, passion, love, intimate, thigh, soft, hard, lips, heart, mind, beating, racing, music, candle, hair, wine, beach, fire, lust, desire).