Nude Writing And Poetry – As a River Flows

Guest website by: Kevin W.
Nude Writing – Sitting by a river on a nice warm day birds singing their hearts out, squirrels peeking around their tree at you all the while squealing for their buddies about your existence, deer carefully drinking, and ducks gracefully swimming up and down the river. Leaning back against a tree, gazing at the river, you see a number of small boulders, a few bigger boulders, and the river water caressing the sides of each boulder.

As a River Flows
Before the dam is released, you notice pebbles on the river bottom. As the water rises, flowing harder and more difficult, those pebbles that once lay gently are now being tossed around, in the current they go, washing down the river. Water increasing, little boulders starting to disappear, cease in the rise and now a constant flow, larger boulders are appearing quite perky
Water flow appearing to improve in rate as its height quickly descends water so low, you gaze upon the river bottom once again. “Hello small boulders, hello pebbles, nice to see you again.” Water flow has now slowed into a crawling pace, slacking drip, life is at ease.
Sitting, relaxing, mind wondering and ideas pondering yours, mine, everyone’s life resembles the river’s flow. We start out stationary in a womb while slowly make the journey down the river, out to the vast open world. Instantly carried off by an unexpected force, noises, many strange sounds, tossed about, things bumping into us, around and around we go, feel pressure and a release, there’s more unusual pressure forced upon us, there it remains, oh what, oh what could it be? Slowly your eyes begin to open, everything so peculiar, what oh what’s happening? That isn’t familiar! Panic places in, you burst out screaming and crying. “Whoa where did that come fromme? Yes, yes it did!!”
As a River Flows
Oh no! Wait, more pressure, you’re on small perky boulder, looking in the space, there is another. Wait, what’s occurring? Where am I going, up, up, and away, bounced around, back down, ah motionless, calm, relaxed, once again. Wow, things have changed, I wasn’t here before. The little boulders are rather big and perky now. There’s that force again, you are turning over, face down you go, did not see that before, this boulder is pointy You Are slightly transferred, your mouth now being placed on this odd pointy boulder. There is a trickle of a warm delicious fluid entering your mouth. The trickle is now flowing more difficult, you feel it going in the mouth area, some flowing back outside, caressing your cheeks and the boulder as it flows down river. The flow returned to a trickle and now has ceased.
Warm, tasty, comforting, ah!! Time for a nap zzzzzZZZZZ
Argh!! It is back again, that pressure, what is going on, howl, cry, ouch, hey, why am I now with this other pointy boulder? I’m not hungry. Maybe that force thinks my shouts are of hunger not fright? Oh well, I’m here, I’d like to suck on something and that pointy boulder top was pushed into my mouth. Fine, I’ll suck on that. Oh It’s more appetizing warm fluid. Thanks but allow me to sleep. Eyes starting to shut, CRY, SCREAM!!! That darn force caught and whisked down again, on top of those Wait, where did those boulders go? Oh yeah, I recall, this thing I laid on first was covering those boulders. Relaxation, rest, relaxation, zzzzzzZZZZZ
Life may take many wild and crazy turns, be fast paced and slow at times, take time to appreciate as one day life may pass you by.
As you think of or see boulders of various looks, recall back to when you were this infant. You needed them in order to fulfill your hunger, and you learned to cherish them. You never disrespected the boulders or their source. You did not care what the boulders looked like; their shape, size, and firmness did not matter.
Now that you’re not a baby anymore, should those “Boulders” or “Breasts” be disrespected, touched, fondled, or mistreated in any such way by you? NO!!!! Leave them alone. They truly are not for you now. are only there for the next infant who will want them to be able to endure.
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