Of Hills and Valleys…

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Let me lift up a tip of Ralphie’s veil and show you my magic. I shall take you on a trip along the valleys and the hills of a landscape, sculpted for the sole purpose of an exchange of energy, the one commonly known as Love. We shall travel this land together, you, my yet to encounter twin soul and me, Ralphie. I am a shape-shifter, I will be what you need me to be and more, whilst at the same time always remaining myself, immutable as time.

I am also an artist and a painter foremost. However, this time I shall endeavour to sculpt an experience with words, which I shall view in my mind’s eye. It is up to you, dear reader, to translate my words into an epic to suit you, pushing yourself to the limits of your imagination and possibly even beyond. Are you ready? Fasten your seatbelts!

Sweetheart, my love is boundless,  there is no limit. If life has turned your inner garden into a barren desert, I shall transform it into a luscious dreamscape. If your wanderings have made you thirsty, I shall be your life-bringing water. If you have lost the way and have, through misfortune, descended into darkness, I shall be the bright comet that lights your way back to the safety of my embrace. If life’s turmoil has left you shaken and shivering with fright, I  shall be as solid and immobile as a mountain, for you to build a new future on.

And the why, my love?’ Because I am you and you are me. There is no us, there is no we. There is only the one unshakeable truth of our joint being, indivisible, unalterable and merely as it should be,  for evermore. Blessed be, Amen!

*zing!* I find myself fondling splayed toes and kneading the soles of gracious feet, the skin of which is as supple and strong as the underbelly of a pregnant gazelle. The kneading brings with it faint memories of freshly baked bread and the eminently sated feeling of a well-filled stomach. “Ugh, ugh!” sounds of delirious pleasure emanate from behind my back and these make me smile in wonder. My hands move to another region, where calves were grazed by sharp steely knives, to leave them smooth as silk to my touch. I push the flesh upwards in the direction of the seat of her pumping life-blood, move back through the impregnated  air, only to push slowly upwards yet again, forcing whimpering groans from the moist lips of the recipient of my ministrations.

I ski down the slopes of taut thighs, but circumvent the valley of the small death at present, because I like to be naughty and tease my love a while. I am entitled, because she exults in the certainty that lingering release will come in the end. I climb up the concave banks of a pelvis that seems to be disturbed by a small tremor and trembling, I follow the path between the creamy delicacies to the rosebud that crowns the magnificent treasure of the miracle of procreation and halt my journey of discovery, in a moment of reverence and to pay tribute to the Mother of us all. I fairly stumble over the ribs and conquer the milky hills, through the pasture of autumn shades  to the well of Man’s delight, the fountain of our youth, the sight and touch of which, makes grown men weak in the knees.

I lose consciousness for a nanosecond and awaken in the mossy mound dedicated to the Goddess of Love, there to revel in a most heady aroma that truly makes my  head spin. I am reminded of a rainforest. for the humidity is rising all the time. Blinding flashes of iridescent green and hues of passionate violet dazzle me. And all this while my hands have been pulsating with the energy and urgency of my love and of my need, filling up your cup that was nearly empty from neglect, to the brim and finally causing it to overflow. At long last I have encountered the portal, which you thought had disappeared for good, into the fog of broken promises. I gently turn the key that I fashioned with the tools of my tenderness and cause the dam to break. All your pent-up emotions are now set free to roar joyously and without restraint once again. The dance can begin!

Wave upon tumultuous wave of excruciating love washes over me and through me, until I fear that I must die asphyxiated, only to remember that never has an excess of love killed anyone and I surrender completely and utterly. In fact, I turn the table by using my innate sense of empathy and become you and draw you into me, to let you enjoy even more the effect that our union has on me. As prophesied I am become you and you are become me. One being spirals into the endlessness of infinity and leaves the encumbrance of mere matter behind. Pure energy dances with the angles and the elemental forces are applauding our deliverance and accept the incontrovertible fact of our divine union. We have created the ultimate magic of eternal love! So mote it be, I Ralphie have spoken.

Published by raburcke

I am a comedy writer, oil painter and the founder of this site. Do join me and we will make it a place that everyone will be happy to visit.

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  1. Cool rag to forehead, lighting a smoke….Magical yes, but, also an
    erogenous, carnal, etherial~ cerebral ……ballet~
    ~Lil Ralphie serves many masters~


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