It was foggy this morning in Sandy Bay. The place where I soak up the sun in summer was juicy and wet. The moisture of the night and the spray from the sea creating a mystical atmosphere.
The earth woman is lying sleeping - exhausted and wet in frozen heat
from the boiling cold sea, pounding her in a never ending dance of making love.
The air is spinning a web of wet dreams.
A mother giving birth to juicy little children.
A happy crowd cheering the wetness of the morning.
The soft beautiful moisture is covering every leaf and make the crystal grains of sand smooth.
Smooth, slippery, making a slimy path for the creatures of the night.
There are tempting fruits of juicy love, ripe and ready.
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