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Sensual Nature
Mountains far and wide surround
a lonely field;
flat to the sky with long green hair of life.
Bonny winds blow fresh and calm
as the serene breeze creates ripples along the grass
like the natural waves flow along an ocean.
Wide open land bares vast growth
like a forest for feet,
a canopy that protects our walking skin,
as we step through dry padded earth.
Hands hover above, softly held in romance,
as they sway within a delicate touch of the ethereal air.
Smiles greet the fluffed white clouds,
that embrace the highest sun,
and stay clear of it's radiant blaze.
Glorious rays beam against our faces,
heat our hair.
Magnificent sunlight glitters through defensive eyelashes,
eyelids close to a bright sight of a reddish orange glow,
as the comforting sun massages the flesh shades of our eyes.
Nature holds our bodies, passion
swells our souls,
as eyes gaze into little convex mirrors,
arms tie around each other.
Hearts exude fiery emotions,
as they fuse into one.
Her long brown hair dances among the winds,
naturally drift and blow in waves,
petting her left cheek as my hand blends with the current.
Nature's touch continues to funnel beneath my fingers.
Faces inches apart, lips feeling
breaths,
hearts rave beats in unison, tongues anxious to play.
Hands slowly wander as lips slightly touch,
sensual streams burst through our hungry bodies.
Mystical dark clouds quickly roll in,
as they carry a weighing sensual moisture.
Lips massage in a warm wet bliss,
as our tasting tools frolic into twirls of swirls.
Hearts breathe in an erotic touch of love,
and halt for a moment shocked by the touch of pure passion.
A few friendly raindrops fall against her cheek,
one glides down my nose.
Blood begins to race from lustrous desires,
pump through veins; heated volcanoes start to rumble.
The sun hides behind summoned
clouds of deep desires,
warm almost heated drops pour onto us,
and gently melt forgotton clothing from our bareness.
Bodies press together with the pulling strength of sexual
magnetisms,
we fall like glued feathers, wistfully down
against the short lush forest catching us in a glistening
embracement.
We slip, slide, glide our hands exploring every crevice, curve
and bulge.
Passionate excitements use our hands in a fit of uncontrolable
urges.
Rains waterfall from above, winds breathe timid hurricanes over
the surrounding life.
Lips having no where to roam yet everywhere to kiss and suckle
our wet hot surfaces.
More unexplained thick almost
black clouds roll in,
lightning crackles thunder,
to ignite white flashes within the raging mists,
blurred by massive wind currents.
My manly movements grind against her dripping canal of sultry
juices,
as they blend with the essence of life, nature's purest gift.
She moans out my name in a steamy gripping call,
as she moves her pelvis against my rhythmic grinds,
while taking my head in her hands,
she then pauses to listen to the godly weather of the storm.
I gaze into her burning eyes,
her lips smack against mine; most desirable passionate kiss
overwhelms me.
Her eyes mirror the green enwrapping nature around us,
savage glares pierce a wishful want into my sight,
that take over my thoughts,
and turn them into glowing cravings of her soul,
her animal body.
An overriding power to penetrate
beyond myself fills me,
as I slip so simply into depth awaited,
I lose myself deep within her, a mystical ecstasy.
A powerful marriage of spirit and flesh.
The thunder rolls with every thrust, she devours every bit of me,
as our voracious freshly tombs pump with lust.
Her back arches into a primal curve
while lightning flashes,
exposes us to the skies,
creates one sleek silhouette against the cuddling green foliage,
and displays our raging private storms within this storm of the
land.
I start a circular grinding motion,
then elevate myself upon her
while my hands grip hers flat against the drenched soft ground.
Tongues run, slide along faces that lead to necks,
to taste the mixture of water and sweat, nature and body.
Lungs rapidly breathe in the moisture, the unstoppable storm.
A rubbing against my overpowered movement leans and leans,
to release uncontrolled waves a searing, mind-shattering orgasm,
thundering throughout her body over and over, intensity
strengthens
as lightning strikes and strikes, electrifying the sky.
She is my lover,
my sensual nature.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale