BANANA PATCH FANTASY PRODUCTIONS
FACING SUNRIZE, part II
Chapter 7, page 4
She appreciated that he was not a mundane person. He reached down deep into the meaning of things. He liked to examine everything. At times he was even thought to be a madman, for he played out the dramas of his secret discoveries about life's "little things". But although he was often misunderstood, he did really make sense. He embarrassed the pretentious with his sense of the Truth. Not that he meant to. He just was not content to synchronize his energy with the parade of plastic, superficial phony sellouts. He knew right from wrong, like we all do. He was a rebel with a cause. But he felt helpless and unable to tackle the job of righting all the wrongs of this world. So like Harmony, he chose refuge in Nature, building strength for the day, for the hour, when he could lift the whole world on his broad shoulders as Atlas of old did, and save the world from itself. This is what Maji thought as he placed more wood on the fire. It quickly built back up.
Jzurlea was remembering the fires she and her Grandmother would make outside by the teepee on warm summer evenings like this one. She wondered if Gongi was lonely. She knew her leaving without a word was hurtful to her grandmother. She knew how brokenhearted Gongi remained when Lali's mother Leula disappeared. Gongi had never gotten over it. That's why Harmony knew she had to return to her village. Gongi needed her so much. The thought filled her with anxiety. She turned to Maji. He was looking understandingly at her.
He motioned for her to go sit beside him, which she did. He cupped her face in his warm hands. His body and skin were hot from the flames, and he radiated a warmth her chilled body needed. He was breathing heavily upon her. His breath was like fire, his mouth devoured her lips and tongue. When he let go and pulled back, the firelight accented his features, emboldening them. His eyes were dark and deeply set and by firelight they made him look very mysterious. He lifted her in his arms, gallantly carrying her into the dome
where he laid her down on the woven mat on which they slept together each night. He lay upon her with his body. It was so warm. The fire had made it hot. And she writhed beneath him. The bulge of his desire was like a rock. She guided his longing home to the womb within her. His body pressed down on her, solid, hard and erect. He kissed her neck and squeezed her bosoms, rubbing around and around, milking out their passion. He was a
lance, as he pierced the robes shrouding the sepulcher to the secret entrance of her desire chamber. He penetrated deeply, probing to his delight. She could feel herself rising higher and higher until she exploded into a tidal wave of ecstasy in his arms. She could feel the hot spurts from his lingam mingling with her own inner juices.
She tried not to sob, but knew her heaving breaths were echoing loudly throughout the jungle forest. His wet lips upon her neck sent a ticklish rush of ecstasy down her spine, and she was flooded with pulsing orbs of sensation that twitched her whole body uncontrollably. Her ecstasy delighted him all the more, and he nibbled on her neck and spoke softly of loving her in her ear. All the while their bodies undulated in the firelight. There was music in the air somewhere...or was it just her imagination?
Though he withdrew his lingam, they lay holding each other for a long time. Neither spoke a word or syllable. Orbs of ecstasy pulsated from them, mingling with the firelight that throbbed within the sweetness of the lingering breezes. When the fire died down, Maji got up to pee, and put a few more branches on the red hot embers. Harmony unrolled the sleeping bag onto the mat, and got in. Inside her head she could see all the colors of the rainbow. She opened her eyes when he returned and lay beside her in the sleeping bag.
His warm and beautiful eyes sought hers again, and she felt as if she were melting into him. She could still see them in her head when she closed hereyes. Soon they were dreaming of tomorrow and the hike they'd take down the face of the Lion's Head all the way to the Bay below. Jzurlea lay there beside him. She didn't want to go back to Gongi now. She always wanted to be right here in the forest with Maji at their little camp. Maybe someday they could go back to the village and look after Gongi together. That is if he really was Hokami. He did resemble Hokami...but didn't remember him or their happy little village.
"Will you go back with me someday Hokami? she whispered. He moved his position a little. "Huh..." he said, still asleep. "How can I? It's your fantasy." "Just try to remember" she pleaded still whispering. But Maji's dreaming had a different script, and he never answered but fell deeper into his dreaming. She watched the flames dance until they were only embers, then closed her eyes at last, and fell peacefully to sleep in his arms. The stars rose and fell in the hushed night, but inside her heart a songbird cooed the whole night long. It sang of the promise made so long ago to all creatures. The promise that one was loved and would be.... forever.
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