'Cmon Guys don't even pretend this isn't good enough to be posted and pointed... "Tianna's Song" Sunlight splinters in past the opaque green, how blessed be my sense to behold this rapturous scene. She doesn't discern me, peeking through the hanging veil of the leafy curtain to her bower. A flower. That's what she is. A perfect Violet or steaming Orchid radiating in the glaze. The falling water of the natural spring is hot. Trickling down over mossy rocks, reaping tiny gurgles of swirls, echoing in their stony lochs. No wonder she chose to bath down here, a beautiful vista of sylvan serene. Birds twitter, leaves flitter, a slight cyclone of the wood's keen breath winds around the skirts of the grotto. She is singing a song, so lissome and ethereal it is almost illusion. But it's real, as she is, this effortless showering faery. Airy chords drift towards the divine like red wine spilt on the waves of my psyche. The murky organic toil of opulent fertile soil wafts to combine with the sticky scent of hot honeyed pine. It is intoxicating, her voice in mind, reverbed by the rocks and flanged by the pulsing strands of wetness flowing over her.

I resonate. I can't help but let a sound escape me, as she spins her head around to greet me. Oh my lord, but the eyes of a Saint! Sapphire lasers blasting through my pitiful brain, absolutely blazing in the afternoon's rays. The panorama seems now a projection of her sight, as though she sees it not, but is a figment of her vision.

I am in prison. Paralyzed for an instant by the paradox of this prism.

"Oh there you are," she coos across her shoulder, shattering the trance, her flawless figure still turned away in the rippling shadowy sheen.

"Aren't you going to help me clean?" 'Indeed I am.' my Jaguar's eyes reply, although naught a noise does my voice let fly. So smooth and swift I step up behind, and glide into her garden.

My outstretched fingers reach her first, feeling the dream of her skin.

Curling around her naked slender bodice, they lust to feast themselves on the flesh of this cherub. "Mmmm...," she breathes "you always were so well.

" I am stealing deeper into her pixy spell. Her body so powdered, softly freckled, dappled in Sol's angles, as a braided ivory blossom sprout from mother Earth herself. I move into her, dousing myself in the bath. She giggles as she feels the tip of my love graze her, and praise her, tickling to and fro, coming to rest in her fleshy wedge. "I want you," I whisper. "I need you," I murmur.

A satyrs kiss lands on her neck as her head angles back, letting the spray splash her mouth and down into mine.

Her hand tumbles ground ward and grasps for my inflammation. With a squeeze so delicate, in her placid little hand, my thumping rod burns for a sip of her slippery brand. "I want to feel you inside of me." No more of this I can stand. I throw her leg up beside me, propped up on a stone. No more I thought was possible, but my throng indeed has grown. "Oh, God play me" she whimpers, the spring's boiling serum rolling down her back, between her crack, and over my wailing wad. Positioned, placed, set for the single stinging thrust that will release us both from our emotional crust. "Oh, God, please play me!", once again the desperate plea exudes, bent arched up over, displaying herself to me, steadying herself with a vine. 'Oh God' indeed you resplendent thing, let us head for the divine. The head of my stalk finds her, seeks her out, her tender petals, resting in them like a cushy patch of clover, just touching her oozing box with my glans. She knows the plan. Her substance backs up over me, onto me, slowly filling up with me. Stretching the walls of her rosy bud oust, so ready to glorious bloom. Her jaw falls down unconsciously, and eyes begin there swoon.

Oh, but what a saccharine prickle, a voluptuous nettle grown in her knoll. The pleasure is exquisite. We shall visit untold places, gorgeous faces, the galaxy will be ours. Faster I begin to stroke, hand hooked up high on her rich milken thigh, with each gust forward an electric poke. The feeling is incredible, our friction beyond intense.

"Oh my God, yes" mixed with moans and the sounds of the forest's best. The fountain roars with fury over it's tiny ledge, simmering up around us, we are almost to the edge. Eyes in schizophrenic spasms, both our mouths agape. Crinkled brows and weak of knee, we are very near I see.

A quick look back is all it takes the splendid view of my throbbing organ, plunging in her place. Her quivering soft place contracts, her spirit and soul blow up.

Her brain and being tear out. Her paroxysm snatch's my starving pole in rapid succession of fluttering spirals. The heat is too much to bear. My volcano erupts inside her, molten lava spewing forth, agush into her glorious grassy ravine.

We yell aloud together as no spliced Chimeara ever dare. Here it is, our pulpy symphony, let the cosmos stare! Clouds swim the skies, bark burns the pines. Leaves blow and mountains know the mime of love's embrace. Slowly our viscous rhythm subdues. The visceral hum accrues. A liberating shudder born at her shoulders, slides down her spine to the place of our joining, and continues out through mine.

Meandering groans still fading. The tone of their ode's still praising.

Breeze moves down the mountain cascading.

Tangled emotion released, the cool swirl comes to. I stand her up and take our prize a kiss, true beyond all lies.

I reach her, this sylph who somehow touches me, this willowy glyph inscribed on my heart. The fresh bubbling jet yet travels over us, cleansing us after our passionate exchange. Here two lovers stand in the rain. Each relinquishing to each other their pain.

For to give is not to take.

At last to perceive the palace of trees and the beauty of the grove.

To be at once with the pristine, and with all the world to know. She knows this can't be wrong. A smile forms on her lips and from it comes "What took you so long?"