Strength

I.

She emerges from the torrent of your rambling consciousness and leaves you with a desire you cannot contain.

So smooth as to almost be soft, she is yet unyielding. She exists to stand in your way, to be a force with which you struggle.

You cannot drown her with your needs or break her with the fury of your lust.

You may etch the smoothness of her skin with your urgency. You may wet her cheeks with your tears. You may engulf her, surround her, push against her and wash over her.

But when you lie yourself down on top of her you will feel the strength of the earth beating in her chest and the force of the sun radiating from her core and you will know that you will never wear her down.

II.

The spring flood of your love, washing over her, smooths her still-rough edges. She receives you with a need that reaches down into the earth and radiates into the sky and fills the air with a low murmur that echoes through the canyon.

Your excitement foams and froths and infuses her with lightness. Your strength is in your liquid flowing force and you press relentlessly against her as she stands firmly, pushing back, meeting you in the stream of desire.

Your passion builds against hers.

And then suddenly she is beneath you as you flow unfettered over her, around her, through her and she absorbs you, and you are joined in substance and in spirit.

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Photo by W. Merganser

~ by Molly Montrevoir on August 12, 2008.