I took a walk up the mountain to love myself.
You know the bushy outcrop, beyond Weary Willy's off Boyes Drive.
Sunning on a large rock I abandoned my cares.
And She saw!
Stealing the moment I exposed myself to Her Gaze,
Caressing myself suggestively with lewd, slow, purposeful attention,
My face a lustful, inviting dare.
She did not avert!
No fainting from shock nor indignant rage.
No fear of foul play nor judgemental scorn.
I, I held my root and swelled with the strength of being.
She smiled freely!
And when I roared my divine agony,
She roared with me one thousand times.
She breathed me in her bosom and absorbed me.
I felt no shame!
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