...as I oozed out of the smallest pore and dripped upon her already saturated face, my syrup sweet sap fused with a bead on her own beautiful body and disappeared. I bled and blended and became part of the dew that slipped and slid across her sugar cane side; down into the cavernous crevice that could claim creatures great and small.
But, tonight, I was surprised to see even the nectar from her nipples slide my way; down into depths never touched by man. I confess that I sipped her sap and savored every flavor from the salty to the sweet and sucked it with such fervor that I became part of her fruited flow.
This marriage of drip with drop lasted late into the night but, of course, dried by morning. But as our remnants resided, rested in the rippled sheets, we were roused and rejuvenated by new drips and new drops in a climactic beginning to a brand new day.
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