My Private Locker Secret: Ravished by the Seasons Under the Tree of Life
Sweat drips down my back. Locker room empty. Late night. My private locker clicks open. Heart hammers. Fingers tremble on the metal door. Inside, my dirtiest secret pulses. Not just a fantasy. A raw memory. The Tree of Life’s clearing. That ancient colossus throbbing. Roots like veins, hard and deep into Earth’s core. Canopy split:…