Erect looking to heaven for you to rain all over me. My monument always erect for my earth. I woke up. Pulled you over from my distant side, our bed the land betwixt sea to shining sea, you still asleep, I erect and eyes wide open. Do you feel it? Feel it. Thrust down your always fertile and moist earth to roll and burst out my seeds after you are dripping and fecund wet in waves my salmon run, your honey smeared all over my moon, but this is no honeymoon, it is forever, my seeds eagerly swimming up your beautiful pink depths akin to waves in tidal lock crashing on pink sands, groping to find a home, my day has begun my love after a good night’s sleep, you on my mind, in my real throbs and your vibe of pulses, alternately rolling, squeezing me and letting go, and sliding down and up, until you released your moist, tender, slurpy honey only a queen bee can incubate and I am the only bee in your comb, it is all ours together, from 6 and 9 to 9 and 6, both of us queens and both of us bees. Go back to bed. Wake me up when your sun rises out West just as I did you, my sun rise still half a work day away, to slide down and up and roll again, alternately squeezing and letting go. Finish the beginning and the beginning the finish, never ends, goes on and on and on, forever Our gears greased, meshed, and smooth, a repeating sequence of approach, pressure, release, and renewed modulated movement until we both explode in unison in resonance. Love you, love you, love you.
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