Necking with a martian

(Set to Sigur Ros’ STARALFUR)

Reclining in the red dirt, she pushes her full weightlessness against the amphibious martian, who, for some odd reason, is turning her on. The sexless martian (whom we will call D) is equally interested in the old lady (in a reproductive sort of way).

Crusty geysers dot the landscape surrounding the pair,
Hissing encouraging gas to fuel the passionate encounter.

Her hands seek out D’s upper body. The skin is cooler than her own, humid, possessing a sweet blossom musk. D’s sex glands are hard at work. Martian pheromones are superb.

D trails a webbed fin delicately along her wrinkled cheek, studying her bright eyes with their complex rings of color.

HISSSssss… goes the geyser gas.

The martian is pleased with the old woman, the way her head moves slowly near, the way her pink tentacles softly probe its scaled flesh. They make a handsome pair.

Nearly weightless, D clasps her shoulders--a martian kiss is coming. Her pulse quickens, she wets her lips in anticipation, and moves closer.

The creatures collide in an awkward embrace. D presses flat martian eyes into the woman’s sunken eye sockets (Martians kiss with their eyes). Woman encircles martian’s mini mouth hole with a gentle peck. D wonders if the woman is hungry? Woman wonders if this fine Martian is not as interested as she thought.

Rumbles of rocks and dusty clouds pass over head.
HIIISSSsssss….

The couple quietly moves in for a second embrace, a flurry of amphibio-terrestrial lust manifests into a gooey, dusty, weightless dance.
Martians love older women and older women adore moist tentacles.