Snapshots from Sonoma

Between hills and valleys in Sonoma
I chase after my fallen angel girl
Smiling, she dashes off
Toward a blurring sun
To hide her precious pearl

Reposed next to grape trees
 "Caught me," she offers with no regret
lips hungry, almost pouting for a kiss
Her pale skin glowing rose
as she pokes the earth
with tastefully pedicured toes

One kiss
Starts the next
Soon followed
By the first drop of wetness

I explore her legs beneath the dress
Smoothly, going higher
Kissing her with thundering lust
Touching with hands skilled
 in the fine art
Of making the angel blush

Cautiously evaluating our surroundings
No sign of our tour group
Using both arms, I free her
From her favorite sundress.

Through cotton, I trace
Inhaling nature's perfume
The damp symmetrical shape
Penetrated first with just one
Then crushing against her
A handful of grapes

Intricate kiss
Electrifies her
Soon followed
By a downpour

"I want it now," she demands
As I pull her underwear to one side
She unclasps my belt
with steel buckle clinks
Faded jeans quickly in a heap
throbbing inside her
deeper it sinks

Her bra strap is dirtied
not quite like her panty
from soil loosened by rain
Pounding and ravishing
beyond all that is sane

The thunder and rain become
an improvised symphony
Every single drop
Each earth-shaking clap
in rhyme with the sound
of passion being quenched
Unique notes changing tempo
Orgasmic bodies drenched

Through flowing streaks of rain-bent light
She looks straight to my soul
Intoxicated with delight
deviant eyes
Always that kind of angel