10 June 2012
I fall into the embrace of the ocean. I chip my bones on the rocky corrosion. Her body such a devious course to run, down through the jungle, onwards I run.
I climb her hills, under the waterfalls. Sweet wet breasts, so kissable soft, and tender. In the caves we hide, our mouths halls. She is my island, I live through her body so slender.
In our hearts we melt, in the lava so hot, dripping out into the great blue of our wet dreams, in which we live now, always burning hot. Flames of torture scorch, flames of death and dreams.
The snakes and spiders creep, into and above every cliff, when we dive into the grand, she is consumed in green. I, the green force of oblivion, is captured in the soil stiff. I grow inside her, escaping to the suface, flowering green.
No selfcontrol, no way to stop this urge to live, when she takes my seeds, into her ground they go, never to escape, only to grow pretty and to live. They'll prosper on her loving surface, warmed goo.
Every moment of living on this island is pleasure. Never have I felt such a powerful place of worship. I stay in her warm cave, loving at my own leisure. In happiness I am now captive, always to worship.
She is nature, the most noble and exalted. Alice's wonderland in my arms she stays, in such a loving, pleasurable state, time halted. All of Alice's wonders now reincarnated rays.
She's My Island • Opuss № I