Your body is like a forest altar,
Where all things alive and natural come to pray,
Your sacred opening drips its fertile waters onto the earthy grounds and fruit grows here,
I sit by this little fruit tree and I gently pick a fruit being careful to not disturb your little branches so,
I slowly caress the surface of your fruit,
Before nibbling into the surface,
A little drip of nectar trickles joyfully onto my tongue and I am overcome,
I enter my entire tongue inside your swelling fruit and drink you whole,
I envelope myself inside of your gushing mesmerizing sweet nectar of godly pulsating embrace,
Tides pull me into you again and again until there is only a gentle, silent, stillness.....together we wait...
And in this moment sun rays melt us into each other and there is nothing left of us...
Just moist earth and a little fruit tree in an unusual spot in the middle of the forest..