Bone. Stone and Wood rocks sand, Surf and Seaside. Sharp edges flint abrasion within my soft channels. You burst through underwater caves with furious pounding motion. Ebb and flow wash over me. Casting my limp body out to sea returning it road hard and put out wet.
The curling of toes mixed with yelps of desire. Thunderous Hurricanes combined with tsunami pelting debris. No escape but do I really want to leave?
Flecks of Gold descended from Heaven.
A Tool used well sculpts my being. Melting. Realigning internal tectonic plates.
Caverns long left abandoned and unexplored gave Praise to Adventurous Exploration. A Talented Prospector mapping out New roads within the promised land.
Waking up in cold sweats on hot humid summer nights. Sweat with nowhere to vaporize pooling from crown to feet connecting to underground reservoirs.
She cuts Reeds from Nubian Nile Ready to craft The Holy Papyrus Scrolls summoning Life from desiccated Forms.
Call Forth the Hebrew Prince of Egypt. Performing sacred rites while reciting from Holy Scrolls.
Within each ruminations of Her and she employing that speckled eye Language to clean out ragged rustic dreams. A not so pampered She Wolf Guided by Arboreal Voices
One day a witch the next an Oracle.
Reeds for Stylus
Every hexagon honeycomb a container of worlds.
Oh Queens of Civilizations lost to time and Memory. Beseeching the Breakers of bonds. Destroyer of Delusion.
Upon being dropped from great heights through cumulus formations nearly succumbing to the lowest of Depths.
Our Wings were made stronger enabling us to Fly.
Some Flew while others took Refuge in Caves only to be impaled by stalagmites and stalagtites. Their corpses a horrendous warning to cocky explorers who fail to heed Voices of the doomed.
The Grandmother Clock bellowed in pain filled prayers.
Creeping Vines weaving out moss carpet roads giving directions to frantic minds. Covering Spaces while mending broken Places.
I can’t seem to steadily fix your face in my mind. It keeps fading from view.
Yet my body remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry eyes devouring my pheromone gaze.
Every day the beautiful lonely rosebud years for the stem eagerly awaiting pollination, satisfaction and release.
I feel the weight of your obsidian flesh keeping rhythm with my answering hips.
Geechie man where are you now? Are you favoring another with your charming 1000 watt grin?
Your imprint remains emblazoned on my mind, body and soul, Daily seeping into V-shaped orifice legs wrapped around your broad barrel chest.
Ecstasy, Passion — A Holy Orgasmic Release.
Vulvonic Storms
Engulfing pleasure via penetration by the fire-tipped arrow of liquid bliss igniting climax, undulating quivering flesh cresting and falling waves beating against craggy muscular shores. Repeatedly the sword is plunged into welcoming consummation releasing the rapture seminal fluidity ecstasy. A Rhapsody of convulsions enraptures my being casting me into sensual oblivion of volcanic bursts of molten lava shooting forth from Vulvonic cores. Addicted to never-ending euphoria once again I levitate towards the Golden Flaming Spear scorched sweat washing into untamed grottos. Intensity of squeaks and yelps issue forth from formerly abandoned caverns answering the echoes of uncontained passion as a runaway beast charging, snorting and grunting smashing into the tight cavity taking command. A cacophony of primordial reverberations fill the bedchamber atmosphere exposing sweaty, grindy rumpled sheets infused with rainbow colors, orchestral violins and Angelic voices heralding the gale force winds of Solomon and Sheba eternal song.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 