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Climbing Her Majestic Mountains
Well I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island......
...might even raise a little sand
the clouds break, the smoke clears
and the kaleidoscope turns ever slower
and before my eyes
stands her mountain grandeur
breathtaking
calling me to cum
rising high into the sun, it's hard to the touch
and it's span is wide, her walls warm and wet
beaming, drawing me inside
this final frontier
climbing higher, digging in deep
clinging to the edge
of her smooth crevasse
arching my back, rocking my hips
cresting her peak, riding the wave
the abundance of her sumptuous ass......
..she is my Everest
and the wind cries “Mary”
whipping through
her mountain grandeur,
it is breathtaking,
I love the way.....
....she summons me to cum
Published 30th May 2018
Author's Note
....on the cusp of a sort-of-Jimi-kinda' day. Standing next to her mountain, heart raising with the desire to climb her Everest, my conquest......my last and final frontier.
"Voo Doo Child" by Jimi Hendrix
"The Wind Cries Mary" also by Jimi Hendrix
Inspiration*
"Voo Doo Child" by Jimi Hendrix
"The Wind Cries Mary" also by Jimi Hendrix
Inspiration*
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31st May 2018 11:18pm
Your writing reminded me of a short story I recently read about Oedipus...not quite the history we read about the man since it was in an anthology of erotic short stories after all. You should check it out if you get a chance..."The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica"
