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The Open Grain

We were children walking across her fatherís field of grain when an astonishing mystery struck our virgin flesh. One of her hands caressed mine as the other skimmed across the tender tips of life planted by her father.  
My chest ached with a longing for my dead motherís affection as this young friendís laughter and the summer sun on her breasts asked to be tasted.  
Our lightness and aliveness took possession!
What tender grain we shared, unknowing and unafraid. Her kernel opened moist and fertile with the promise of new life.  
I fell inside the mystery, and we pressed deep into the warm buttered loaf, chancing this embrace and happily paying whatever costs it might incur.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Author's Note
Years ago, walking a friend across her fatherís grain field led to the opening of new mysteries.
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