and so ordered frank tenderly rubs her clit , feeling it become a firm stump , and as firm so he imagines it as a stick-shift , moving her by degrees , harder pressings this way , then that ... popping the clutch ! ... each shift plunging her , revving into more fierce and impassioned insanity of pleasure , feeling that this stump has stuck itself into his finger , a pinprick , a needles poke ... it germinates and unfolds up through his index finger into his palm up his arm around and across his shoulders up into his brain his third eye down into his tongueit is his tongue , tongue joltingly locked onto his penis , working in harmony , unison , moving , plunging , swaying , pressing ... it is his way into her , microscopic , minuscule , tinythey are one : his cock her clit their tongues his fingers her bodythe great mothero great mother ! lon lays her axe to the tree : tree of life evergreen ... axes it ... lets it thud to the ground , bounce and roll till it ceases to beknowing it as no longer alive ... all its greenery but mask ... now fit only for time , the erosion of time : the seasons .