From a deep narrow valley,
concealed within her peaks
began a journey, that left
a moist slippery trace
a journey deliberately lengthened;
partly by the smooth path, and
partly by the traveler's pace
the journey went on leisurely
till it suddenly dipped in a crater, which
only seemed to suck it in calmly
yet also made it bite a grip, of
the surface above desperately
while it did enjoy its stay there
it also strayed to the parallel paths that swayed
but then began a quiver,
and sparked by this teasing stay
the whole countryside of unsatiable pleasure
coerced it farther yet closer with her tremors
and feigning reluctance it resumed to relish
the steep destination across the trimmed meadow
into the dark condensed cave,
feeling its pulpy narrow walls
fathoming its dark ensnaring depth
only to get drenched, and yet,
the countryside felt a drought
and her tremors reached deep within
to let him know it's high time
the teasing better make way for the tilling
lest the dams of shame break early
preponing the time of arrival, of
the impending flood.....
