i follow the trail
of your longing
from your neck down
to your inner thighs....
finding the beginning
of the cosmos... wet,
dark, hot, and hungry
for new life 'neath the
touch of the planters hands...
oceans i find, and pounding
waves... forests primeval,
and darkness creating light...
surging with electric pulse!
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Wow, this is something. You sure have the talent of few words to convey so much. This is more than the sum of a few words, for sure.