The Landscape of Love

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maxxmann81
maxxmann81
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I look up from the valley and see the hills of Love,
And still beyond I see the sparkling stars of Love's face.
My tongue devours the fruit of Love's sweet valley,
as her joy lets me know I am in the right place.

I grab a hill and pull myself onto the body of Love,
Being careful not to hurt Love's soft succulent form.
My fingers run their way over the surface of Love's sweet body,
and the glow of Love's pleasure makes me feel so warm.

A smile dances across the pleased face of Love,
And I stare deeply into the stars as I conquer the hills.
My mouth waters with desire and my senses tingle,
As I Roll and pinch and suck each of Love's pills.

Soon my muscles are ready and I push further on,
Lightly kissing the surface as I reach the top.
Like snakes, our tongues play as the valley is prepared,
I slide along my Love about to plant the crop.

I run my hands down the path and continue to explore,
Enjoying each touch as the two of us become one.
My fingers part the silky softness of Love's sweet val',
The plow is fully erect, it is now time for fun.

I slowly place myself into the warm moist heaven of Love,
And watch the joy cross Love's face, and twinkle in each star.
The plow slides in inch by inch until it reaches it's depth,
Exploring this heaven's sweet softness as I go in very far.

As we move together, Love's wind blows into my ear;
The feelings and sensations are sweeter than a dream.
Faster and faster I work my plow to it's full depth.
"Harder! Yes Harder!", I then hear Love scream.

I grasp the hills and squeeze with delight,
As I plunge in the plow with all my might.
I feel the warm river flowing through Love's valley,
A feeling of heaven, I could enjoy all night.

Buried inside Love, I can feel the earth shake,
Love is loudly screaming and calling my name.
I arrive at the point, the climax of passion,
And I plant my seed in Love as I came.

Into our rapture we gasp and then collapse to our nest,
As our rivers flow together and mingle as one.
Love and I kiss, our lips and our tongues twisting together,
The one thing we know is our love has just begun.

maxxmann81
maxxmann81
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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
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The metaphors of nature to making love is in a word ~ stunning.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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A nice little metaphorical piece on the nature of - nature.