Mountain Made Diamond
Warmer than the earth's mantle
Laying on the bed
Earth's gravity pulls me down
While she admires me
***
Flaccid, Unaroused
She places her warm mountains
I feel her breathing
***
In her fiery warmth
I'm now harder than diamonds
Her pressure made me
***
Her knees on pillows
A small lake begins to form
Now she's aroused too
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