Under the Oak Treebynjoyjade©
Sound roared from beneath the ground, pumping life back into this once green pasture. No blessings fell from the sky so I primed the well daily.
I would go there while my toes dug into the sand. I'd go to drink and dream of my naked breasts responding to cool water. My body longing for relief from Summer's parched heat. I'd go to feel you watching me.
Now I sit under the oak tree and listen to raindrops splash on the leaves above my head.I hear trickling sounds as the water runs down branches and lands outside the canopy. Life is blessed from the sky. I wait for you to come.
I hear your footsteps then feel your power move within. My breasts respond with relief to your wet heat. My eyes widen as you pound my naked body, roaring as you pump into me; delivering life to all things in my now green pasture. You prime the well daily.
Under the oak tree on a blanket of leaves we lie. The ground is peaceful and blessed by the sky.