Wispy clouds veiling the mountain peaks and ridges enhance the beauty of the landscape and dance seductively, offering glimpses of the curves and creating anticipation of how the scenery will appear once the heat finds its way and begins stripping away the delicate covering.
That’s how I think of you, your beauty veiled and the waterfall of your hair, cascading toward your shoulders with the thinnest of fabrics, hinting at the wonder of your curves and your eyes soft and welcoming with lips pursed and ready.
Unveiling you was delightful, feeling the silkiness and removing it for the treasure of your flesh and the wonder of exploring deep inside, as though I was mining your passions or pumping and bringing water to the surface from the deepest of wells …
… until my heat stripped off your covering and my grip, like a vice, pulled you to your knees, and led you into the posture that lets me feast on what you offer while I entered with a connection that can only be described as otherworldly, with heat searing our minds and hearts.
Much like the morning mist dissipates and yields to the prowess of the sun before it retreats and waits to bathe nature in its power.
