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Click hereQuietly I lay,
The soft volcano moving inside.
Not quiet,
But echoing deep
Like the surf that laps your awareness only when your feet are warm and wet and sparkling with brine.
Not echoing deep,
But sighing,
My skin sighing as your fingers sculpt my rising and falling landscape.
Not sighing,
But gasping,
As you discover the mound of venus between the thighs of a tree and gently press into my dewy moss. The earth beneath receiving you.
Not gasping,
But tensing and releasing,
As I respond to your hands, rolling over like tall grass, to allow your nuzzles across my round ass. Your playful taunts at the sweet opening I offer.
Not tensing and releasing,
But lapping my swollen mouth with your tongue. A deep sea creature surfacing to feed on me.
Not lapping,
But rising up from hands and knees,
Aphrodite lifted from the sand. My earthen hair falling back; hips and breasts revealing themselves.
Not rising up from the earth,
But descending back,
Your exploding substance surges into me. Mix with mine, that which is moving, soft, volcanic and weeping inside.
Dissolve into me,
My hot breath running out down your belly.