Agua Erotica

Liquid water, one of nature's great instruments sounds her way into my heart gorgeously trickling, acoustically tinkling, thunderously cascading (fear not, oh western wind, nor you, lord of thunder, there is infinite space upon the natural mystics musical plate)

Struck by the splintering depth of her subtlety, in awe of the almost non-chanlance with which she unleashes her raw power, and inextricably ushers change, simultaneously silken and abrasive, i, the grateful witness of this, her dazzling dance with gravity, her sumptuous salsa with space, her tantilizing tango with time

Soft she tumbles, her hair seductive and flowing over a nutritious body of rock and root

Enticed by the swoop of her hips, entranced by the curve of her thighs, boldly, she spreads even wider

Ever nourishing, life abounding, here a green, there a green, everywhere a green green, eye to fascinating i, cheek to feminine cheek, she coaxes me all the way in and i am (clearly) over my head, back arching, chest, ribs, arms fullly extended, reaching, eyelids stretching, deeper

Forceably moved by mysteriously strong yet gentle hands, I am pushed and pulled through herjoyful body, singing, leaping - no match for her gushing current, i rise my head breaking the surface of her top most tension, and as i catch my breath, i notice the sticky intermingling of my spit and her gusto in the corners of my mouth, dripping from my lips and chin

Tickle trunked toes and fairly fondled fingers, i am totally teased by her tributaries, and silently i ask for more, wishing to dissolve beneath her comet-like caress, and melt into her multi-layered amorphous music

Ter oft pregnant body and supple breasts speak not of her handsome hands, tirelessly working stone, clay, wood, silt, and sand, churning and churning again, whimsically moving the immoveable with an intuitive, erotic, erosive grace

Her white water blood, swelling like my love, here, her pulse quickens, undulating with every rhythmic breath, here, her body throbs in great elongated gobs, eyes dilating, now transluscent, now transcending, soft voluptuous opiate shades, like deep hypnotic amber pools, singing, glowing, infinite hues of sapphire greens and emerald blues

Yes, this is a river of words, but she is at once a river of ahhhh and a river of ommm, a river of here and forever, now and everywhere she is infinitely playful, preposterously passionate, most sacred, most holy.
- Zak Zide