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quiet.

nothing stirring.

as I make descent -

sexual... alluring

past the hills...

through the forest...

stretched across the plains

lies

your dormant geyser

in disguise.

just a small manipulation

sends your body into

hungry quakes

while all the pressure building in sensation

longs for its escape.

finally... finally...

geyser slit erupts.



you leave me begging for more.

oh god

that liquid fire

cascades like avalanches -

building intensity, desire

the closer it gets -

that warm opening

now gushed through.

coats my lips

while I touch you.



buds

coated in

a sticky sap.

the residue

after the storm

trickles out

finding homes

on fingertips of mine -

still wet

from the waterfall they triggered.

on a winter day

that jacuzi dive...



crisp... warm...

honey... hive...

always...

tempts me.

how it's...

never empty...