river bound

the sparkle of the day
the gentleness of the water
tumbling over rock
drumming a tribal like sound,
releasing the energy
a boldness as the blouse becomes unleashed
the slight sight, cleavage and the breast.
falling with the help of the breeze
as an image, a juxtaposition of summer.
leaning back on the bank.
the long shadows mimicking
 the reeds of the grass
as my eyes begin to visually harass the beauty
the vision, you continue to reveal.
the lines and curves
camouflaging the bank,
a woman
now unsealed.
fingers caressing,
the mood,
a wondering,
as breast fill the hands,
pinching and how the nipples
swell,
the flick of nail upon the tip.
tight, the blossoming and the hands squeeze,
pushing and massaging,
how the nipples expand.
moans float with the winds,
cast off as lessons to the unknown
the squirm of the hips,
the movement of the thighs,
open and close
close and open,
the shimmer of wet,
as the glisten of gold
to be mined for sure.
the trace of the curves,
tracking and winding,
as the skin is opened, now
to unfold.
soft as with passion.
open...
wonder, how it takes hold
camouflaged within the weeds
a woman...with her river of gold.