Valley In Red Gold

The sun melted and fumed smoking in the disoriented darkness of the creeping night.
Exulting to breathe life within tormented crusts of hardened granite and molten lava
Waiting for the cool sheen of the silvery moon to shatter the embrace of dark clouds
Flouting in magic through the slippery soft braided knots embarking to cast its spell:

I have heaved to sighed through erotic tracks stroking each cleft in the shadows bites
Tipping the areolas with sprays to whet by fermenting them into dewy hardened spills
Pouting to the cavity of warmth within sloping soft wet walls endearing them to rage
With wild moves down silky curves in adventure sport to strike the G-lode of delight;

Silent turbulence within the bushes, a drop here, a tickle there as I touched the fissure
Loosing my composure to the rising warmth of sweet aroma, I uncover the virgin cave
Entrance key embedded with in the spruced lofty molds guarding the vibrant embrace
In pleasure the moon grew to color and blush, stretching to yield its spreading treasure.

Cupids head parting cushy narrow folds softly to invade thirsty deep loneliness within;
Piercing, the gorged body slips to embed scraping the walls resisting the torture moves
Freed by lust filled motions cradled to rock desire extruding essence spiced flaming red
Churning to persuade the open lode to strike moments in its rich yellow metallic passion:

Up against the wall in raw emotions, nature takes it own course to strike in ache ecstasy
To wade through smug waters cave hiking gorges, panning sand in lust looking for Gold.