The tribe stood and looked at her<\/p>\n
Virginal and pure<\/p>\n
Skin soft and pliant and a scent of lilac and summer rain<\/p>\n
Emanating from hot spots on her skin<\/p>\n
Eyes reflecting light and moon and stars<\/p>\n
Pools of quicksilver flashing and beckoning<\/p>\n
Nose of perfection<\/p>\n
Taking in the scents around her and classifying them<\/p>\n
Lips of silk and sugar and a mouth spawning rivers and streams filled with plasma<\/p>\n
Breasts bountiful, the standing nipples promising life for all hunger<\/p>\n
They spew forth meat and corn and fish and soy and wheat and wine and quenching<\/p>\n
Her stomach the mine of all of their envy, filled with diamonds and pearls and gold<\/p>\n
Her center is the beginning Creation<\/p>\n
Gentle folds that unfurl and furl, birth and life and beginning shining in the wet creases<\/p>\n
Infant creatures appear and arrive and breathe and live<\/p>\n
Her legs are mountains that touch the sun<\/p>\n
The tribe trembles and shakes and fucks her<\/p>\n
Each thrust sending nirvana in waves that they rise and fall upon<\/p>\n
A feast of their senses and they take the love that is given freely<\/p>\n
Again and again the bodies rise and fall<\/p>\n
Gorging on the passion and green and endlessness of her heady embrace<\/p>\n
Never enough to have enough they go and go and go and go and go<\/p>\n
No pause for her breath to catch and return<\/p>\n
Eyes spinning up in warning<\/p>\n
Her love is free but finite in its physicality<\/p>\n
She begs them to stop and wait and tread with gentle steps but now its rape<\/p>\n
Her screams held back by hands heavy with money and guns<\/p>\n
Television screens beam back the carnage to the lines of waiting sex that yearns to feed on her<\/p>\n
She tries and tries to warn them<\/p>\n
Ending the existence of<\/p>\n
One life after another,<\/p>\n
One plant after another<\/p>\n
One precious stone after another and the rape continues<\/p>\n
She tries to tell them that she is not fragile but not immortal<\/p>\n
She shakes and coughs and cries<\/p>\n
Her mouth is filled with their need though and they hear not a thing but the moans of their own<\/p>\n
Ecstasy echoing in their ears as they feed and feed<\/p>\n
Deeper they plunge into her, the tribe a whistling, spinning drill<\/p>\n
Tearing the very core of her to pieces<\/p>\n
Flung to the sides and tops and bottom she begins to bleed to death<\/p>\n
Black oil from creatures past erupt in arterial gout and stain the sea<\/p>\n
We drive and turn the music up in countless automobiles and watch the brain box and hope the President will fix this but<\/p>\n
We are in this thing together and the sex is too good to stop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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