Nestled in her granite hard landscape

Are crusted gems harder than her stone.

Sparkling prisms speckled with rainbows

Adorn her shell.  She is only as hard as

She wants you to think.  She was formed

From the fire of earth and made hard by life

Each crystal of her being forms her strength.

She is weathered by the erosion of life as fissures

Crack her surface.

From the sea of sand he is formed encrusted with

The spent lives of millions who helped form him.

His sand is fine, yet tainted with the tribulations

He has faced on his journey back to the sea.

He looks at her hard nature and rubs his grains

On hers.  His soft texture embeds within the fissures

Of her stone. She moves with each intrusion into her life,

Yet feels the warmth of his covering.  Tiny moans emit

From the deep places within her rock as she yearns for

His sand. I see her naked, laying on her stomach reading

With her feet curled up around her little bubble butt. She

Ignores me as is her tease as I work a feather light stroke
Up her cleft. That beautiful spot on a woman’s back

Entices me on. Her tiny hairs dance like hundreds

Of filaments floating in the air. My fingers kneed deep

Within her stone silence and break down granite walls.

She is being weathered not by wind or rain, but by love

And fire.  I work her shoulders and feel my sand pouring

Into the growing fissures.  My hands massage her head

As my fingers stroke through her hair.  Tracing the

Outline of her sides, my fingers meet in the cleft of her

Back. Her tightened rock hard ass breaks at the touch of

Tender hands.  I continue to break her down with

Chiseled strokes inside her thighs. Running fingers down

Her legs to her feet she curls her toes as further she

Breaks apart.  Her page is turned as she turns herself.

Her crystals of granite mix with mine of sand. Diamond

Tested and etched into love, our heated furnace tests our
Stone.  Formed by pressure, time, and the fire of our

Love we are made anew. Two different stones made

Perfect into one. Granite on top of sand,  as I reach for

That cleft once again.

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