*A SLIGHT RUSH*

…. Hers were fingers of a needle-worker. She must’ve done some
crochet, some knitting — she had cut designers bests.

Her hands knew soil yielding fruit from seed planted in all seasons;
even those in the dark of moon were refreshing in their bursting. They
too were to be sucked slowly like a ripened mango.

Those fingers cupping her breasts had not held a baby, nor brought one
to the breast. They had given birth to another life, not the human kind,
not yet. She awaited that day when in the height of moon she would
conceive and give birth to a child of reasonable weight, clear brain,
spinal cord and heart formed in harmony …

That moon is bursting from behind a veil of dark cloud that she did not
observe minutes before. She was looking at her flat stomach, her navel
tucked in, her thighs. The aroma from her washed body reminded her of
her teenage years.

She looked up as the moon faced her cupping her breasts, holding them
from below and lifting them to its light. They began to get firm. She
realized then that her entire body was being drawn into the feeling.

A rush up and down her spine caused her to lift a bit in her lotus
position. Her breasts. That forbidden place thrilled her.

‘Twas a rendezvous with light, tides, animals, plants, oceans, seas,
blood, ecstasy. The night was going to be long … the ocean breaking in
the distance, even the ocean knew pleasures in moonlight —.

*A SLIGHT RUSH*

…. Hers were fingers of a needleworker. She must’ve done some crochet,
some knitting — she had cut designers bests.

Her hands knew soil yielding fruit from seed planted in all seasons;
even those in the dark of moon were refreshing in their bursting. They
too were to be sucked slowly like a ripened mango.

Those fingers cupping her breasts had not held a baby, nor brought one
to the breast. They had given birth to another life, not the human kind,
not yet. She awaited that day when in the height of moon she would
conceive and give birth to a child of reasonable weight, clear brain,
spinal cord and heart formed in harmony …

That moon is bursting from behind a veil of dark cloud that she did not
observe minutes before. She was looking at her flat stomach, her navel
tucked in, her thighs. The aroma from her washed body reminded her of
her teenage years.

She looked up as the moon faced her cupping her breasts, holding them
from below and lifting them to its light. They began to get firm. She
realized then that her entire body was being drawn into the feeling.

A rush up and down her spine caused her to lift a bit in her lotus
position. Her breasts. That forbidden place thrilled her.

‘Twas a rendezvous with light, tides, animals, plants, oceans, seas,
blood, ecstasy. The night was going to be long … the ocean breaking in
the distance, even the ocean knew pleasures in moonlight —.

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