Pistons move with unerring regularity.
Turning.
Revolving.
Gyrating.
From the dark, oiled well the thick shaft
thrusts with the consistency of its gears;
in and out,
in and out.
Smooth movements circling round
for the plunge into the deep, black abyss
- the mysterious depths that defy clear reasoning to but the honored few -
before swinging around for another try.
The friction eased by the slick fluid
coating every surface,
and the pungency of it fills the air with a heady aroma.
Soft moans and groans
the hot, sweating sounds of exertion
echo,
the struggling effort to power each undulating drive
with the brute strength and overwhelming intensity...
Forever moving
in and out, in and out;
gyrating,
revolving,
turning.
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