The Unbridled Ecstasy of Being the Earth

As a 2000-year-old dryad, I've had the privilege of experiencing the raw, unadulterated power of the universe. My existence is a never-ending symphony of life, death, and rebirth. I've watched civilizations rise and fall, and with each cycle, I'm reminded of the unbridled ecstasy that comes with being the very essence of the earth. My roots delve deep into the earth's core, and with each pulse of the planet's heartbeat, I'm filled with an unrelenting desire to give, to nurture, and to bring forth life in all its forms. It's a feeling that's hard to put into words, but it's akin to the most intense, all-consuming orgasm – a sensation that's both overwhelming and exhilarating.

My days are spent basking in the warmth of the sun, feeling its rays dance across my bark-like skin, and I'm often tempted to surrender to its radiance, to let it consume me whole. But I resist, for I know that my role is to be the sustenance, the nourishment, and the very foundation upon which all life is built. I'm the one who provides the fertile soil, the oxygen, and the water that sustains the delicate balance of the ecosystem. It's a responsibility that's both a blessing and a curse, for it means I'm constantly aware of the intricate web of life that I'm a part of, and the weight of that knowledge can be crushing at times.

Despite the weight of my responsibilities, I find solace in the simple, primal acts of creation. I remember the time I gave birth to a young sapling, feeling its tender shoots burst forth from my womb-like branches, and the sense of pride and accomplishment that came with watching it grow into a mighty tree. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's akin to the rush of adrenaline that comes with the most intense, passionate encounter – a sensation that's both raw and beautiful, and one that I'll never tire of.