she sat down..... it had been a long day, beautiful but long... she ran her fingers over the body of the instrument, that had become her body... loving the smooth contours and the texture that had become... her skin.
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roundness was everywhere, this day, the rocks by the lake.... still heated from it's love fest with the sun. heron welcomed the return of her, by flying low overhead, skimming the surface of flowing water.....entrancing her.
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desire coursed through her legs rising up and filling her with a swollen longing in the belly, she settled... almost..
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wet earth, desirous of seed, shows musky dampness to her lovers. everywhere scent is scattered.
pheromone of life's call to the mouths of eternal lovers... to mate.
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opening her legs, she finds placement unnecessary, the instrument knows its place, legs squeezing and hugging... she finds heaven in this...
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earth shows signs of swelling... from her mouth, air tells of her passion in gusty breaths.
creatures tend to her aching wounds.... each layer they peel reveals the underside of her..... raw.... not yet kissed, by sun.
the night throbs... music of creation.
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she closes her eyes and begins to rock to and fro.... tender fingers, put pressure on the tune she seeks... lovely this....love affair with life.....this longing for love to find a song.....
spring..... the earth in equal shades of dark and light... a duality of the universe modeling once again what flesh must balance...
i understand these two worlds... both in light and dark.
this world divided, but not separate.... both tangible and at cause in our lives... flesh and spirit.
the angels are playing...tempting us to remember soul life, as they use us to vicariously remember form...
all in balance, ...both forms of heaven...
in the silence, i try the locks....
i will not be seduced by death, i will not waste my earthly heaven.... for i am called to voice and song... to touch the very edge of this gift where even sorrow, pain and all the lower notes of existence are still... a gift...
and angels envy....
so i shall continue to breathe and live and love in this heaven.
and i shall delight the beings of air who can not feel, smell, taste, cry, or laugh,......
and so on.....
i shall throw open the windows of my mind, to recieve their light and song.
come with me....let us gorge on pleasure, feast on passion and drench our bodies in honey...
so that all that are hungry may eat and all that are thirsty may drink the necter, of these heavenly realms....
both real...... both tangible...
we shall leave no corner untouched.... and our mouths shall taste this flesh and all it is meant to taste, and in rapture our angels will whisper and sigh for the glory of our passion.
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