I remember the first time. It was you and me, sitting on the surface of our little planet. Nothing to do but cuddle close, looking out at sky. The only things around to see us were tiny organisms, inconsequential as ants. We watched them for a while as they worked tirelessly. They had a massive road network, cities that were a-bustle. So different from our relaxed forms, where we sat as if floating on a great red ocean of love.
You started rubbing up against me. Slowly at first. Then slightly faster. Everywhere you touched me was getting hot. I was covered with water, like sweat from the heat of the day and the rivulets of liquid that flowed off of you. It was so hot. Everywhere you touched me, I melted. I could have stayed like that forever, in perfect bliss.
But the tension was mounting. I could feel it. You could feel it. Slowly it was growing. The rubbing became more vigorous. I found myself being drawn into the great red ocean, being sucked under. This was getting intense. I found myself… coming up. Now we were beginning to rub in a place where we hadn’t before. Your back started arching. You started straining. I kept rubbing.
More and more, we were contacting. I was still melting at every point of contact. I could see your every fault now, and you could see mine; there was nowhere to hide them. I began to push into you, driven by that ocean. Your back was arching more, a mountain. It was, if I do say so myself, the most spectacular mountain, the envy of any other.
You began to peak. Then you began to shake. I began to shake too. The ants, long forgotten, began to panic, running from near my sweaty skin towards your beautiful back. I could feel something growing. It was coming from deep within me. It was coming from deep within you too. And then it was there, between the two of us. At the surface. It was the product of our contact, and of the ocean of love. All the tension that had been building up was released. I shook violently. Fluids spewed high into the air.
We never learned the truth. But that eruption killed most plant life throughout all South Asia and most of the Oceania. I think it was worth it though because, a few million years and a few more tense episodes later, you gave birth to a mountain range greater than the Himalayas.
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