Becoming
And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct
He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---
I become a mission and the drives of millennium channeled int to this moment and billions of moments identical to this before it.., is setting the pace that clinks along like a metronome
As have a million Eyes watched a female click down the road her feet a rhythmic mechanical drum
tick tick tick
A vibration smelt and reverberated in the viscous pulse of multitudes
He sees the valleys and crevices rolling hills and wide plains of my flesh an eternity in the warmth of my flesh he feels all the past and his future rush before him like a vast expanse of space
He creates a home in my eyes an eternity in my thighs
color waves lengths I cannot see but know they exist spread over and through us as we perpetuate
The bees see flowers in patterns and hone in like the drone bees buzzing and humming buzz buzz buzzing along slipping down into the cloying throat of a damp flower..
Steadily carrying out tasks that necessitates the survival of their species
The eye of I drinks in the scene greedily faster it seems than the excitation the pudendal nerve sensory lets my conscious in on the little secret
I am mastered
We conspire with nature, we obey, we endure
And trillions of molecules cascades in to beauteous acts of life...
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