Languid Self Love

Eyes closed, back arched,
Her long thin fingers encase her breasts
A soft squeeze and a little tug
And her hips dig down
Soft, against the grassy earth.

Her hands wander down her body,
Caressing herself in languid love,
Her artful hands sneak past her navel,
Teasing and tugging at her satin skin.

Down and down they move,
Cupping her most intimate parts.
A breathtaking smile spreads across
Her ethereal features.

She dips her fingers inside,
Deliciously drenched,
She moans, lost in a land of ecstasy.
Her lips, ruby red and swollen
From her passionate bites,
Part in a moan, in rhyme
With her rhythmic strokes.

The night breeze caresses her soft skin
Her breasts little white mounds,
Softer than a baby's skin.
Little prickly goosebumps rise
On her pearly skin
Dew like sweat trickles down
Her slender clavicle.

She gasps in her pleasure
Nipples taut in delight
As her fingers find the right spot.
Slow and steady her fingers roam
In and out, in and out,
A seductive rhythm.

She shrieks in delight,
The climax flowing over her fingers, raw.
Short squirts of her deepest desires,
Wetting the tender skin of her thighs.

Short, shallow gasps shake her form,
She trails her fingers up her body
Caressing her belly and between her breasts
Leaving a trail of wet passion.
She dips them once more,
in her lascivious mouth
Only to taste her delectable juices.