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THE PEARL (mature)
THE PEARL The membrane fills with anticipation, moisture releases a sticky surfactant helping the wavelike motions propel the sensation, feeding the need; feeding the want. The agitator is present and has found its way into the fold. She is unable to move away. It doesn’t take much time. "Let me begin.", she is told. A rhythmic gyration that irritates her gentle wings and creates a small sand like sensation. He writes poetry in places once reserved for the psalms, his devotions, his recitations. The chalice filled with sweet nectar as the muscles of her wings grew stronger to make her flight effortless, she is beginning to feel the loss of sensation everywhere, waiting no longer – a small bud appears and she feels the intensity where both pleasure and pain fills her senses. He rises and sighs with a smile, “Yes, there it is.” The pearl appears and sits regally upon the opened shell as she lies helplessly shaking upon the s...