.


... Campfires burning in the hills

and the young boys gathering there

)(

when one leaned down and

Parted her ***** hair

?   ..  ah the vision  ...  !

::

And to run your fingers up and down

The crack of her ***

Until settling in her *******

Was the thing !

:://::

the waves of power

Of nurturing strength

And of fierce compassion

Pouring forth

From her heart

)(

These too
Were there