stop be still and listen hear ye not that soulful song of endless motion that tireless voice of storm wracked potion
her swollen bosoms' rising, falling her shameless cresting foam flecked devotion
pouring out her effervescence on lips that drink her adoration yet never taste her vital essence
her drumming chorus a roaring thunder on rocky clefts torn asunder as mourning rays of misty raining her teardrops falling gently tracing our loves our sorrows engraved each day on these mortal paintings
on granite shoulders her message beats that pounding drum of thunderous need as she flings her ageless storm tossed beauty onto granite arms etched and fluted from hollowed cheeks her kisses pouring as sea birds cry on stiff winds soaring
and ever on throughout the ages enduring her ravenous inclinations never wincing from her brazen charms her surging seduction's voiceless call
immersed within her warm caresses glistening in her wind tossed tresses enfolding him in her flowing graces in dulcet tones of annihilation . . http://oi62.tinypic.com/vuya0.jpg .
visualize a stormy ocean crashing upon granite cliffs