By Snow (snow_leopard99@hotmail.com)
Date: 6 February 1999

Explore

These feelings,
Passions of lust,
Or love.
My hand over the erect, pink apex of
Purple mountains covered in snow,
Glistening in the sunlight of the setting sun,
I reach out to these mountains,
Climbing with eager fingers.
Then the wind whispers laughter,
As the Earth delights as my hands explore regions,
Untouched by any man.
The mountains rise,
As she breaths in,
And my explorer descends,
Climbing down.
And the earth laughs,
As my fingers gently brushes across her stomach,
The plains,
Softly.
And the earth shudders,
As I go farther,
She’s anxious,
Scared,
As I keep trekking slowly down her body.
Then into a region where,
When I touch her,
I feel her excitement,
Her fear,
Anticipation,
As to what I will do,
And where my “explorer” will go,
And then slowly,
I explore,
I reach,
Touch her,
Inside,
And a small gasp escapes her,
As I explore farther into the earth,
Faster, 
Harder,
Till she falls asleep,
Spent from this exploration,
Of lust,
Of love.