Did you Ash Alice how she felt about going so deep into the woods? She might be sycamore this time after taking it so long. Maybe she needs some Aspen creme...
The soft sensual shape of my slender trunk extends up in the sinuous, sexual upward sweep of my branches, both supported and firmly held in the tangling tumbling tumult of the other trees. My roots are splayed, spread, framing the dark damp within. Still, silent, but softly, seductively, swaying, I hold myself stretched upwards, in the steamy forest...