{"id":1855,"date":"2014-08-23T13:22:48","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T17:22:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=1855"},"modified":"2014-08-23T13:22:48","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T17:22:48","slug":"making-love-on-the-bank-of-the-eel-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/making-love-on-the-bank-of-the-eel-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Making Love on the Bank of the Eel River"},"content":{"rendered":"

Even as he entered me I thought<\/p>\n

What a great story this will\u00a0be<\/em><\/p>\n

Naked, exposed, in love<\/p>\n

Surrounded by the giant, ancient redwoods<\/p>\n

The fresh smell of the forest<\/p>\n

The intoxicating sounds of the river<\/p>\n

The relaxing heat of the afternoon sun<\/p>\n

The gentle\u00a0bite of the\u00a0cold wind rushing over us<\/p>\n

Completely connected<\/p>\n

To him<\/p>\n

To nature<\/p>\n

Ecstasy<\/p>\n

That’s the story I tell<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At the same time I felt the<\/p>\n

Uncomfortable penetration of nature<\/p>\n

Trapped, prodded, I barely know this guy<\/em><\/p>\n

Almost smothered\u00a0by the weight of his body on top of me<\/p>\n

The pungent odor of his sweat<\/p>\n

The gritty pain of a million tiny rocks digging into my back and climbing up my ass with each thrust<\/p>\n

The salty taste of huge drops of perspiration that fell onto my face and into my mouth<\/p>\n

The jarring shudders of freezing wind alternating with the blistering rays of sun<\/p>\n

Completely frustrated<\/p>\n

With him<\/p>\n

With nature<\/p>\n

Reality<\/p>\n

That’s the story I try to forget<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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