Bliss of Creation

The flesh of my  back was like the desert sands and her fingers were like the winds cutting through me;

Her digits pierced through the rigid cracks, like soothing streams of milky chi, she entered my body

Exploding the mounds of tension built up over years, forcing my chi to burst over me and wash through the sands,

Creating a fertile valley. This moment in time seemed like an eternity as I succombed to the bliss of creation and I submitted my entire being to her.

 

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