Images by kenne
Foreplay in the Mountains
Living at the edge of the mountains
Watching the clouds push up the slopes
Tangling with the peeks, leaving behind
The milk of its firm, but gentle strokes
So stimulating is the foreplay
The setting sun directs its light
Reflecting off nature’s dramatic act
Fondling each to a new height
I watch, as a distant voyeur
Yet trying to sneak a feel
In the role of a mountain man
Without going against her will
In a moment, the thrill is gone
With the setting sun’s brightness
The clouds losing its excitement
Hastened by the shadows of darkness
Now alone at the mountain’s edge
I dream of stroking the night’s way
Bringing on the demons of darkness
Desiring only to stimulate the play
— kenne
great photos . . .
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
Reblogging from a year ago — view from Tanuri Ridge.