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Sinsemilla Sex
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Sinsemilla
She found me beneath a tree.
Ah, but she was beautiful, the sinsemilla woman. Her
soft brown hair, her small breasts. Soft, round, beautiful.
The way her nose curved slightly upwards. And her smile, radiant with
the spark of freedom and the joy of chaos.
We shared the righteous smoke, inhaling deeply.
We were alive.
"I'm hungry," she said. "Feed me." So we went out in search
of food. We found it and ate messily. That made her laugh, and it
made me feel good to see her laugh, so I laughed too.
We went back to the meadow and the clear sky. We lay down in
the tall grass and felt the sun against our skin. A slight breeze
washed over us. I brushed my hand through her hair, enjoying the
sensations. "Stop it," she smiled. That smile again.
"Touch me," she said. I reached around her and began to take
her shirt off. We tossed our clothes on a tree limb; most of them
missed, but who cares? Freed from the prisons of our clothing, away
from everyone else, marijuana smoke in the air, we could do as we
pleased.
We were alive.
I took her nipple into my mouth and circled it with my tongue.
She lazily ran her hands over my head, around my ears. I licked
slowly down her body, down to her belly button. That made her laugh
again. Good, laughter is good. Kisses and laughter and sinsemilla on
a clear afternoon.
My tongue searched further down until I was lying on the
ground with the sinsemilla woman sitting on my face. I held her
beautiful round bottom in my hands while I explored her vulva with my
tongue. Her clitoris responded and I gave it long, unhurried licks.
She rolled off of me and lay beside me in the tall grass.
We just lay there for a while, feeling. "I love you," I finally said,
and immediately regretted having broken the sacred silence.
"Shut up and fuck me," she said, not harshly.
I began to push myself gently into her. Not too fast...
she placed sweet sinsemilla kisses across my chest. I ran my hands
through her soft brown hair as I journeyed up into her belly. We
fucked slowly, experiencing each other's bodies, enjoying the
sensations. We were alive; everything all right. Taking it easy, not
wasting the moments that came and went in the soft breeze that licked
through the field. Finally we reached orgasm together.
In the warm afterglow, lying naked on the summer ground, the
sinsemilla woman rolls another joint.
The smoke rose in the summer sky.
--dave
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"Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'" Jim Morrison
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