Creative Writing: Puffball's Poem

In a trance I watched the mushrooms sway and dance slowly, then saw a few puffball mushrooms circling the larger one. They seemed to grow slowly as they swayed, already reaching the size of an apple. The sweet smell caught my attention again. Stepping slowly closer to the mushrooms one of the puffball mushrooms seemed to explode, dandelion seed like pollen drifted on the air toward me. I turned my head to avoid breathing them in but many of them landed gently on my exposed skin. Wherever they touched a tingling began, very light but the more that landed on me the stronger the sensation became. Within moments the tingling feeling flowing through me made me tremble, I needed to be touched. I slid my hands over my waist, savouring the feeling
Little bits of floating pollen covered my skin and rained down around me, in that instant lust consumed me. My skin tingled; it felt like millions of gentle kisses all over me, like the touch of a dozen lovers at once. My hand went right to my pussy, fingers pushing deep inside, while my thumb rested against my erect clit. Still crouching I worked my fingers into my wet pussy, moans escaping my lips between taking short gasps of air. The writhing mushrooms continued their way up my legs and thighs, driving me crazy. They slid around my waist and massaged my lower back. Each one seemed to have a mind of its own, some wrapping around my legs and waist while a few brushed and nuzzled my hand as it was sliding between my legs and caressing my smooth mound. The sensations they sent made me dizzy and I felt my legs give way beneath me; the mushrooms caught me and guided my body until I was lying back in their embrace. My body was a writhing mass of stalks. I trembled as they moved. Eight more of them slowly teased me, gliding through my soaked lips but never penetrating, brushing past my clit before retreating once more. I rolled my hips to the caresses, trying desperately to bring myself to the climax that my whole body yearned for. Responding to this need they slowly pushed into me, first one, then another, each pushing in at a different angle while another curled around my clit. "Oh fuck, oh god yes," I moaned. "Fuck me please" The
The cap of the stalk wrapped around my clit and began brushing the tip of me clit before it seemed to open and push my clit into itself. It felt like a tiny mouth sucking and nibbling my clit. It was too much for me and a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses. I thrashed and ground myself against them, trying to push myself even higher. Juice squirted out of me. The mushrooms quivered inside me, suddenly vibrating as they slowly massaged my insides. The mushrooms writhing all over my body began to swell, constricting me, pulling me into a tighter embrace. The feeling was amazing, I felt so warm and safe in their grasp. I felt something damp against my skin. Thick and hot, my body was being coated in some kind of goo. My head spun slowly and a surreal dreamlike like state flooded my mind. It felt like I was floating, drifting on a vast open sea, very touch of the water tantalising me. My body writhed at every touch, a slow fluid thrashing the mushrooms explored every inch of me. My nerve endings sang with pleasure, my mind pulsed with it. Several of the stalks wound together inside me, stretching me as they slowly spun, thrusting in and out all the while. Entranced, all I could do was push closer to that sweet abyss. Then another cap opened up and drew my clit into it. The sudden jolts of pleasure pushed me spinning off the edge. My body