Oh, beauty, beauty, beauty, where do you hide? Every day I know, I feel, I taste you behind that next cloud. Looking at me so coquettishly, your body prone and neck arched back and gasping mouth so pleasurably, acting out the future that I bring to you presently so powerfully.

Man and woman mixed in this bubbly boiling popping cauldron of seething, soothing feeling and, and, and...


Releasing! Rerenting! Take me again, I'm yours, take you, you're mine. Feel the space, it feels like home, it feels so infinite becoming wrapped tightly around my every obvious intention.


Feel. Felt. Found. The sale completed and customer satisfied. Seething. Soothing. Salved. The pagan beat of pounding spears and hearts ended in a rustling branch, a spurt of blood and a fallen monkey.