As I've come back into my body, in the effervescent whoosh of returning from disconnected to reconnected, there is a force that undeniably draws me to you.

You like the playful, submissive woman who kneels beneath the temple of trees, drinking the salty, tangy sap of you. The clear, slippery nectar seeping from your inner core, and out the dome, and into the caverns of dark sensuality, exhaled and savored, and inhaled urgently. A buzz of electricity; the whiff of pharamone and ozone. The chemicals guide us easily to each other, our tonal, warm, sighing whispers do the rest. No need to pray, no need to speak.

Now you are under me. Now I am under you.

Just the soft, petal like touches of lips caressing lips, mouths curved into joined smiles, bodies curved into each other at the roots. Time slows, to match the sturdy, rhythmic drum beat of anchored trunks and firmly, urgently clamoring limbs and rocking, rolling branches.

Slippery, dewy sweat patterning the secrets of our desires in salt and perspiration. Our love fluttering with warmth and swaying our entwined bodies in the whirlwind of tropical heat.

We grow deeper every day.