Beginning

In the beginning, in the when before time.

Here is, here was, here will be Rahm, immortal, and he is light, and he was power, and he will be conflict, with a face as bright as the midday sun and legs as strong as the trunks of oak trees and a manhood as hard as granite and longer than time itself.


Here is, here was, here will be Sopht, infinite, and he is darkness, and he was wisdom, and he will be peace, with eyes as profound as the winter night and lips as soft as the clouds and buttocks as deep as the ocean and tighter than the embrace of an anaconda.

When the time is meet, it is the way of Rahm to leave his home and travel west along the path. And it is the way of Sopht to leave his home and travel east along the path. And it is the way of Rahm and Sopht to approach, each the other, on the path.


And Rahm said unto Sopht, "You must let me pass." And Sopht said unto Rahm, "I shall not move from this place." And when neither relents, Rahm says unto Sopht, "I will force you to let me pass," and Sopht replies unto Rahm, "I shall not be moved from this place."

And so Rahm will grapple with Sopht with all the great strength that is within him. And so Sopht will deflect Rahm's attacks and will not be moved. And so Rahm's anger beomes arousal. And so Sopht's determination becomes desire. And so their grappling became an embrace and so their lips met and their tongues clashed and the road itself trembled with their passion.


And so Rahm's firm mouth found Sopht's nipples and sucked and bit them until they were hard like the tops of high mountains and swollen like a river in a flood, and Sopht's delight was so great that his laughter could not be stifled. And so Sopht's cloud lips found Rahm's granite manhood and swallowed its impossible length, and Rahm's pleasure was so immense that his cries were like swift arrows. And so Rahm's long tongue parted Sopht's deep buttocks, and so Sopht cried out for Rahm's manhood, and so they were joined, and so Rahm's face shone into Sopht's eyes, and so Sopht's buttocks gripped Rahm's manhood, and so their ecstasy was so great that they were as dams that must need burst.


And so Rahm thrust his seed deep into Sopht's bowels, and so Sopht's seed shot forth and covered Rahm. And so Sopht sighed and slept, and so Rahm laughed and rubbed Sopht's seed into his bright skin and leapt to his feet and went along the way.

And so Rahm will pass. And so Sopht will not be moved. And it is ever thus.

But once.


Here is Sopht who has left his house to travel east along the path. And there is Rahm, as was and will be, walking west along the same path. And they meet. And Rahm says unto Sopht, "You must let me pass." And Sopht says unto Rahm, "You must let me pass." And great is Rahm's anger, and he says unto Sopht, "I will force you to let me pass." And great is Sopht's resolve, and he says unto Rahm, "I will force you to let me pass."

And Rahm runs with his strong legs and grasping arms at Sopht, and Sopht spreads his supple arms and dances on light feet at Rahm's approach. And Rahm hurls himself at Sopht, and Sopht twists, and Rahm is thrown. And as Rahm falls, the path shakes, and a pebble falls from the path into the void below.

And this pebble is the Earth.


Here is Rahm, who rises and shakes the dust from his feet, and the dust falls from the path into the void below.

And this dust is the land: the mountains, the hills, the fertile valleys, the barren deserts.

Here is Rahm, who again rushes at and into the outstretched arms of Sopht. And the supple arms embrace him. And Rahm pushes forward with his strong legs. And the light feet of Sopht dance around him. And Rahm and Sopht grapple, and long and fierce is their coupling, and their sweat comes together and falls from their bodies into the void below.

And this sweat is the salty sea.

And Sopht dances and dances and dances with Rahm, and Rahm's rage is spent, and Rahm is still, and Rahm gives a great sigh into the void.

And this sigh is the air: the wind and the clouds.


And Sopht lays his soft hand upon Rahm's bright cheek, and once again their lips and tongues find each other. And so great is Rahm's joy that his bright eyes fill with tears. And so great is Sopht's joy that his profound eyes fill with tears. And their tears mingle and fall into the void.

And these tears are the flowing waters: the rivers and the lakes.

And Rahm's mouth finds Sopht's manhood, and behold: it is as hard as granite and longer than time itself. And Rahm swallows its impossible length, and Sopht's pleasure is so immense that his cries fly out like swift birds. And Sopht's cloud lips find Rahm's nipples, as hard and round and smooth as river stones. And Sopht's soft lips close around them, and Sopht's quick tongue dances over them, and Rahm's delight is so great that his laughter will not be stifled.

And Sopht's deft hands grasp Rahm's firm buttocks, and Rahm writhes with delight. And Sopht's deft hands spread Rahm's firm buttocks, and Rahm quivers with hunger. And Sopht's wise tongue enters Rahm's firm buttocks, and Rahm sings with joy.

And still Rahm swallows Sopht's manhood deep into himself, and still Sopht's tongue plunges deep into Rahm's buttocks until they are as one. And Rahm cries out for Sopht's manhood, and Sopht's granite manhood penetrates Rahm's firm buttocks, and Rahm and Sopht shout to the heavens.


And Sopht moves in Rahm, and Rahm moves with Sopht, and Rahm's face shines into Sopht's eyes, and Sopht's eyes shine into Rahm's being, and their pleasure is so great that they are as dams that must need burst. But Sopht will not give up his seed.

And Sopht moves in Rahm, and Rahm moves with Sopht, and their passion is so great that they are as lightning. But still Sopht will not give up his seed.

And Sopht moves in Rahm, and Rahm moves with Sopht, and their lust is so great that they are as fires that will not be quenched. But still Sopht will not give up his seed.

And Sopht moves in Rahm, and Rahm moves with Sopht, and they are as a volcano that must needs erupt.

And now Sopht must give up his burning seed and thrusts it deep into Rahm's bowels. And now Rahm must give up his shining seed, and it flies across Sopht's body like a thousand sparks.

And so great is their ecstasy that Sopht's seed bursts forth, brilliant, from Rahm's bowels, and Rahm's luminous body spreads into the void.

And this body is the sky. And this seed is the Sun.

And so great is their ecstasy that Sopht's dark body spreads into the void, and Rahm's seed shines bright upon it.

And this body is the night. And this seed is the stars.