Beneath a mountain there lies a grotto
The once-thick underbrush has long since been cleared away
In hopes of extending an invitation
A welcome resting place for some weary traveler, spiritual seeker or the occasional wild beast

Peering inside one notices the soothing warmth---with just enough moisture to labor breathing and form beads of sweat along the brow

Venturing in deeper one can hear the whirling of a stream---ever so distant
Yet the constant aqueous hum beckons you deeper
promising refreshment and respite from your laborous journey
The air is much cooler within and lightly fragranced by rare gums and spices combined with the woody aroma of torches long extinquished

Through the passing of ages, the mountain reminisces and finds solace in the treasured souvenirs---petroglyphs left behind by the bold, daring and passionate ones
They were not always the most respectful, however the mountain was more than accomodating---sensing the tenderness beneath brusque exteriors and calloused hands often groping in the dark

There is one whose light shines brighter than most
So lumionous, in fact, no lantern is needed
Yet he steps gingerly around the mouth
The heat of his body---his essence--saturating the cavern

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Aghgh!! I can't do this anymore. I am SO frigging horny right now. This mountain cave needs some deep exploration....some hard, penetrating spelunking action!