Chiseled hard stone cut from hard mountain tops
journeys through life from earth’s beginnings to life’s end. Forever rolling and tumbling till the swift waters it finds. Polished and refined in the torrent a transformation takes place as the grains separate into finer crystals. As the water warms and the grains have traveled their miles by the thousands a sandy beach will forever be their home. Nestled under your bronze body smelling of coconut and mango the crystals once again form to chiseled stone. Man, born of the mountain, refined by life, love, and lovers stands before you as the sun casts its guise to reveal the hardened man. Polished before you, your hands feel not the cold of stone, yet the
warmth of the earth whence it came.  Your fire is eternal with an internal passion that reflects your life. You’re hot- formed from the same magma that formed the stone.  On common ground with the earth’s love, you breathe life into the stone. His lips are soft and his ocean blue eyes penetrate your very soul as his lungs expand with your essence. He cast a glance down toward the sand and wonders how many more will come, but for now
he is glad your dreams brought reality into his life. From stone to sand formed in your soul, man became one with you.  

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