100 Word Sentence V

The Bay laps against the windy shore, choppy waves against pale, uneven sand and gray rock, and I peer out across the water on an afternoon walk, the strong gale pushing against my eyelids, robbing my exposed skin of heat and biting down further, below the surface and touching the soft, buried tissue of my secret anatomy, still hungry and not satisfied with my shivering silence, a ravenous animal hitting the bone and pushing further still into the marrow, all while I am staring at the magnificent skyline of San Francisco, a willing prey to the icy cold disembodied predator.