Joined, once upon a time. 

Innocent young lovers blending themselves.

Joined together within the primeval femininity that they shared.

There in the understory of emerald green sensibilities.

The bosom of heaving, weaving, leafy, tender grown emotions.

Are those sensations still there.

Those dark, humid, steaming passions and sentiments they shared.

Do they still, up to the upmost, down to the down most... 

Still share them.

Darkness fell. 

Dampness scattered. 

Should they have allowed their dams to burst with that gentle, tender fluidity.

To release the devotions once more.

The geography of enthusiasms spread over the landscape.

Unleashing their gentle, well-bred, ladylike, utopian touches.

To join, to choose, to share.

To recognize their joy is still there.