The alter was built from drift wood, found along the beach. Weathered poles, still strong even after the rain and tide washed over them. Each one driven deep into the sand, held rock steady and hearty. They provided a frame where her dedication to the prayers she offered.
Leather straps dropped down from the crossbeam to wrap around her wrists with loving care and pulling her arms above her head in a praise to the glowing morning sun. The yellow god of the sky returned her love in the form of heat, drawing the sweat from her body, dripping down her back and over her buttocks and between her legs down to the sand at her feet.
She watched the waves role in as she felt the bite of more leather danced across her shoulders and spine. Matching her breathing to each wave, her toes dug deep into the beach trying to reach higher in her sacrifice. Legs spasmed and hips rocked. Drippings from between the legs joined the sweat in the sand below.
As the waves crested into the shoreline, she released her her final sacrifice in a wave of her own, collapsing into the hold of the straps and arms of her love.