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A dialogue issued without words, she reported. Her inner voice
communicated, ran a narrative to a line of responses. Thoughts spoken,
As she lifted her breasts to the light, she could hear the ocean in the
distance rolling back pebbles brought in to shore during the last week’s
high tide and tropical wave. She and the wave heved together it seemed.
It was a date with harmony, with oneness. Her motion, the night sounds,
an ocean in the background, the occasional firefly, a balmy breeze all
moved with her breathing as it deepened. Her feelings had changed.
A warmth had rolled up and down her spine. Her pelvis felt a fire and
her clitoris titillated. She shook her head as she shivered, letting her
breast go. She then came back again to touch their nipples.
“You’re nice,” she whispered to them. They were saying something from a
pre-language time through their physical changes in size, texture and
“How old are you?” she asked them. She didn’t know where the answer came
from, but from within her chest, she heard, “I’m ageless.”
“I’ve fed each and every living thing. If what you see, if what you feel
is so strong, think of the origin of me!”
It was going to be a long night, one punctuated by thoughts, feelings
and moments of immeasurable pleasure!—.