Like molten lava we created rivulets of fire cascading and pyrotechnicking down the mountainsides and countrysides and on all sides and back sides. After the eruption and erection of pyroclastic and orgasmic flows we cooled down, and after fastforwarding million of years the soil and soul we left behind are the most fertile of the first desires and reacquires. Literal lightening of libido in the most secret and royal of litters is clear for I have no time and tide to be mysterious.
Like beasts of savage forests we snarled and slashed at each other till we fell panting like exhausted boxers. We wore our stripes and spots and fur furthering the ferocious fronting of the heated hunt. We thought there will be no end to the circling of jungle rivals riveted like fangs buried into the neck. But the truth has a finish. We reincarnated as two tame sheep never fleeced and never fleeing from the old age that beckons to us to rest. I will never rest with you. Even if there was rest in peace fire and ice will reign while it rains we both hold hands amid the pleasure and the pain.