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Naked Writing And Poetry - As a River Flows Guest website 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 own pals about your existence, deer carefully drinking, and ducks gracefully swimming up and down the river. Leaning back against a tree, gazing at the river, you see a couple of little boulders, a few larger boulders, and the river water caressing the sides of each boulder. As a River Flows Before the dam is released, you discover pebbles on the river bottom. As the water rises, flowing harder and more difficult, those pebbles that once lay quietly are now being tossed around, in the current they go, washing down the river. Water increasing, little boulders beginning to disappear, stop in the rise and now a steady flow, bigger boulders are looking fairly perky Water flow appearing to improve in speed as its height quickly descends water so low, you gaze upon the river bottom once again. "Hello small boulders, hello https://twitter.com/wolesitoten , nice to see you again." Water flow has slowed to a crawling pace, slacking trickle, life is at ease. Sitting, slacking, head wondering and thoughts pondering yours, mine, everyone's life resembles the river's flow. We start out stationary in a uterus while slowly make the journey down the river, out to the vast open world. Instantly carried off by an unexpected 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 remains, oh what, oh what could it be? Slowly your eyes begin to open, everything so odd, what oh what's happening? That isn't familiar! Scare sets in, you burst out screaming and shouting. "Whoa where did that come fromme? Yes, yes it did!!" As https://twitter.com/zixogigesyx Oh no! Wait, more pressure, you are on little perky boulder, looking in the space, there is another. Wait, what is happening? Where am I going, up, up, and away, rebound about, back down, ah motionless, calm, relaxed, once again. Wow, things have changed, I was https://twitter.com/sovajabewyq . The small boulders are quite 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 somewhat moved, your mouth now being placed on this odd pointy boulder. There's a trickle of a warm savory fluid entering your mouth. The drip is now flowing more challenging, 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 a drip and now has stopped. Warm, delicious, comforting, ah!! Time for a nap zzzzzZZZZZ Argh!! It's back again, that pressure, what is going on, scream, cry, ouch, hey, why am I now on this particular other pointy boulder? I am not hungry. Maybe that force believes my shouts are of hunger not fright? Oh well, I am here, I would like to suck on something and that pointy boulder top was shoved into my mouth. Fine, I'll suck on that. Oh It Is http://dite52tai.livejournal.com/51122.html . Thanks but allow me to sleep. Eyes beginning to shut, CRY, SHOUT!!! 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 laid on first was covering those boulders. Relaxation, rest, relaxation, zzzzzzZZZZZ Life may take many wild and crazy turns, be fast paced and slow sometimes, take time to appreciate 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 satisfy 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 did not matter. Now that you're not a baby anymore, should those "Boulders" or "Breasts" be disrespected, touched, fondled, or abused in any such manner by you? NO!!!! Leave them alone. They're not for you now. They truly are simply there for the following baby who will need them to be able to live. Young Naturists And Nudists America FKK Tags: poetry Group: Felicity's Naturist Site About the Author (Author Profile) Guest blogs written solely for Nudist Portal.