I love the contrast of trees in the foreground of a brilliant sunset,
And the pattern of greens cast under the canopy of an umbrella magnolia.
They delight my senses in such a familiar way.
Like my fingerprints on my skin as I rub my hands on my breasts
Pausing to really feel
Each one with a different texture, seeing my nipples harden at an even keel
reacting with chills from the
breeze
that dances with my hair on the beach moving in swirls and pirouettes,
contrasting the giving wind of the mountain top moving through me in a straight line, embracing my silhouette.
My breath warms my lips as it escapes with yearning,
Toying around my tongue
slow deep pull.
sighing
slow sensual release.
The blow on a flame that spreads fire,
Hot as Indigo
I can feel memories down my spine
Your tongue drawing the line.
My fingers mimic my body’s desire.
Hot dirty raw
Animalistic hunger
Pushing fingers deep into my wet pussy
I draw on memories,
those contrasts in which I delight.
The indigo in your eyes, reflecting the green patterns in mine.
Your hands firmly pulling apart my thighs,
Taking control
relinquishing mine
your breath on my neck
with your hands wrapped in my hair
I arch in bliss
Pulsing writhing curling toes
I love the contrast of trees in the foreground of a brilliant sunset,
And the pattern
…. of memories under the canopy of my hand.