Naked Writing And Poetry – As a River Flows

Guest site by: Kevin W.
Naked Writing – Sitting by a river on a fine warm day birds singing their hearts out, squirrels peeking around their tree at you all the while squealing to their pals about your presence, deer carefully drinking, and ducks gracefully swimming up and down the river. Leaning back against a tree, gazing at the river, you see several little boulders, a few bigger boulders, and the river water caressing the sides of each boulder.
As a River Flows
Before the dam is released, you notice pebbles on the river bottom. As the water rises, flowing harder and harder, those pebbles that once lay quietly are now being tossed around, in the current they go, washing down the river. Water increasing, small boulders starting to disappear, stop in the rise and today a constant flow, larger boulders are appearing quite perky
Water flow appearing to increase in speed as its height rapidly descends water so low, you gaze upon the river bottom once again. “Hello small boulders, hello pebbles, nice to see you again.” Water flow has now slowed to a crawling pace, slacking drip, life is at ease.

Sitting, slacking, mind wondering and ideas pondering yours, mine, everyone’s life resembles the river’s flow. We start out stationary in a womb while slowly make the journey down the river, out to the vast open world. Instantaneously carried off by an unanticipated force, sounds, many strange noises, tossed about, things bumping into us, around and around we go, feel pressure and a release, there’s more odd pressure forced upon us, there it stays, oh what, oh what could it be? Slowly your eyes begin to open, everything so strange, what oh what’s happening? This isn’t comfortable! Scare sets in, you burst out shouting and shouting. “Whoa where did that come fromme? Yes, yes it did!!”
As a River Flows
Oh no! Wait, more pressure, you’re on little perky boulder, looking in the distance, there’s another. Wait, what is happening? Where am I going, up, up, and away, bounced about, back down, ah motionless, calm, relaxed, once again. Wow, things have changed, I was not here before. The little boulders are fairly big and perky now. There is that force again, you’re turning over, face down you go, did not see that before, this boulder is pointy You Are slightly moved, your mouth now being put on this odd pointy boulder. There’s a trickle of a warm savory fluid entering your mouth. The drip is now flowing more difficult, you feel it going in the mouth area, some flowing back out, caressing your cheeks and the boulder as it flows down river. The flow returned to some trickle and now has stopped.
Warm, tasty, comforting, ah!! Time for a nap zzzzzZZZZZ
Argh!! It’s back again, that pressure, what’s going on, howl, cry, ouch, hey, why am I now on this other pointy boulder? I am not hungry. Maybe that force believes my cries are of hunger not fright? Oh well, I am here, I want to suck on something and that naturist girls videos was shoved into my mouth. Ok, I’ll suck on that. Oh It Is more delectable warm fluid. Thanks but I would like to sleep. Eyes beginning to closed, CRY, YELL!!! That darn force grabbed and whisked you away; back down again, on top of those Wait, where did those boulders go? Oh yeah, I recall, this thing I put on was covering those boulders. Comfort, rest, relaxation, zzzzzzZZZZZ
Life may take many wild and crazy turns, be fast paced and slow occasionally, take time to enjoy as one day life may pass you by.
As you think of or see boulders of various looks, remember back to when you were this infant. You needed them to be able to fulfill your hunger, and you learned to cherish them. You never disrespected the boulders or their source. You did not care what the boulders looked like; their shape, size, and firmness didn’t matter.
Now that you are not a baby anymore, should those “Boulders” or “Breasts” be disrespected, touched, fondled, or abused in any such way by you? NO!!!! Leave them alone. They’re not for at this point you. are only there for the next baby who will need them to be able to live.
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