Subtle. Keep it subtle. Think not of violent orgasms but subtle plant sex. The way they do it, not like animals, not with tools of personal destruction, but like plants, like a rose, say, so subtle that even a gush of wind is like the most erotic caress. Subtle. Subtle and calm.
The bee gathers the pollen from the red rose and buzzes off to another rose plant.
Calm like the great snow covered Himalayas, calm yet active like an ocean, like the magma in a volcano. Boiling and seething, yet calm and subtle.
The bee goes to another rose flower and fertilizes it, silently, calmly, subtly, the act is done and not a whisper heard, not a moan made.
It has to be subtle in deportment and calm in composure to avoid the animal desires from taking over.
Till the time is ripe and we see shore again, keep calm and make it subtle.
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