How to make love to a didgeridoo

Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill, body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal. Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs, Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force. Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney, Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass. Weary rasps of elation caterwauling, guttural sounds spilled from her chest.