Snowflakes melt on my face as I numbly trudge through the ever-deeper cover of cotton-like snow. I give a silent prayer to the Gods for the cold. Else I would never have gotten this far.
I reach a patch of windswept land and up my pace. A backward glance tells me my pursuers are lagging behind. This is my territory. My terrain. I know how to make friends with the spirits of ice and rock.
Not far now. The glacier sits just on the far side of these craggy spires. Her body a vast mass of white, calmly resting amidst black peaks and barren stone. We say “her” in honor. The waters from her womb give life to us all. She rests on top of the world, sharing her lifeblood so man and animal alike can live in bounty. Her pale belly open to the elements, shielding her frightened children with her naked body. Her thighs spread out as the landscape slowly angles down towards the green twin valleys. A tall, hard promontory of stone parts her thighs, joining her forever with her lover. He is as just as ruthless as she is gentle.
That is where I am heading. To the place where the lovers meet. I step onto her arched belly, pushing upwards in a neverending moment of ecstasy. Far below I can see his phallic semblance parting her thighs. Further below, deep crevasses emerge, born by the friction and strain endured by the constant play of lovers, near her lowest reaches where juices flow forth, giving life to a barren land. Today her dark cracks lie concealed beneath a cotton robe, waiting to be penetrated.
I know just where they are. I have seen her body in its naked glory a thousand times. Caressed her every curve. Slipped across her every hole. I know her body more intimately than any of my former lovers. They lie far below, relinquishing their own lifeblood, never to be caressed again by mortal men.
Increasing my pace, I glide across her skin like a snake searching for its prey. Taking care to distribute my weight evenly. Never an uneven step. Never stepping through the thin membrane of frozen snow beneath. With a racing heart, I approach her first crack. Only I can see the slight dent in her white garments, covering the fissure below. I jump, aided by a sharp thrust with my pole.
Feet dancing on snow, making sure my light footsteps are visible as I soar forwards. Landing on firm snow several meters ahead, I risk another glance backwards, confirming that my pursuers are still on my trail.
I hurry on, keeping myself busy. Thrusting myself across her crevasses. One slight mistake and I will be lost in her depths. Thinking about how it would feel to enter that deep, alluring hole. All worries put aside. No more regretting the ones I left behind. No more mourning what I have so recently lost. Only the pleasure of entering her crack and losing myself inside her forever.