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Elemental Passion
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Elemental Passion |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
I am listening to the monotonous droning of the weather wire, taking in the living numbers and the stats. Yet in my imagination, I sit naked and barefooted in the blood-warm shallows of a deserted, stormy beach, feeling the power of Her ocean swells crashing over me, the tidal, elemental passion of the sea, throbbing me, beating me, kneading me, needing me, breathing and exhaling me, swallowing then giving birth to me, letting me hear the moaning of Her labor and desire for me, taking the throbbing of my blood and giving me Her Life, surging into and then out of me, taking and then giving me, giving me then yielding me, Letting me feel Her elemental passion, the elemental passion of the sea. That she will personify herself to me, step out of my fantasy and come real for me, if I will just be patient. Floating in the tropical leaf of the tropopause Southern Cross |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote: WHOOHOO! What a passionate write! That would be quite a fantasy-come-true. Happy Wednesday, Jaime. Hope your accu-weather reality is not too stormy?!? |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Yes, Kacy. But now I got to come down, or maybe up, and face the realities of this world of clocks and papers, find a barber and get sheared. SC |
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