Wonder

Cotton mountains lay in ripples, surrounding the body of mother nature, clad only in a damp white tee shirt and fluffy purple bunny pants, the night before her marriage. Her skin is still dripping from a soapy rain, and wandering hands have made her bothered.

Dark wavy waterfalls of silken hair have been replaced with darker, wetter clumps of mud, and they cascade over the cliff of springs and down.

Mother nature wonders if this will be beautiful to him.

A hand grazes her side, and geese rise, called to march. Their synchronized feet create tremors in the earth. They continue to march, and a thought runs through their mind. They all think together, you know.

They wonder if they would be as alert if it were his hand that ran along her side.

The hand raises, and is directed to the breasts that lay barely covered by a translucent tee. A circle is drawn around the pink-fleshed peak, do not cross, it says. The circle hastens the geese's march into a run, and the nipple is straight and diamond hard as it receives an aerial assault. The peak is pinched, rubbed, and pulled, and the earth shakes in delight.

But the peak wonders, would it stand as tall if his hands were the ones to work them?

Now the Netherlands have been layered in dew, creating a sweet glaze. The second hand strays from the side and reaches for the nethers. It caresses the hood until small shivers come into being.

Now the clit wonders, would it be this sensitive if his finger were to graze it?

The dew has welled into a lake, and the cave entrance has swollen. Mother nature's fingers trace the lips, rubbing the sweet moisture along the entrance. She pauses, raises her hand, and tastes the waters.

Now she wonders if it would taste as good, if she were to drink from another woman's spring.

This becomes the image projected in her mind, because mother nature swings both ways, you know. Though her caves have never been entered by foreigners, she always imagines her first visitors.

Two fingers couple and enter, having to twist to reach the narrow space. Mother nature wonders if it will be this tender, or feel like a better ecstasy, when the first time comes.

This is what they all wonder, as the fingers twist clockwise, then reverse. This is what they all wonder, as the plunge deeper and pump faster. This is what they all wonder as a dam bursts in the shadow of night and earthquakes shake the land. This is what they all wonder as screams erupt from within and echo through the cotton valleys. This is what they all wonder as mother nature drifts into slumber, having waited twenty moons for tomorrow, clad only in purple fluffy bunny pants, and a translucent tee shirt.

*This is my first entry, and I am just entering the world of erotic poetry, so I welcome any and all editing tips from someone more experienced than I. So please let me know how I could make this more enjoyable for everyone!!;)*