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Click hereSpring opens slowly.
Winter lingers, trying to hold her down.
He lashes out with stinging snow
And says she will never come.
But Spring knows her time is nigh,
She sighs and opens her thighs.
The musty smell of winter’s passing,
The lusty odor of her yearning
Fill her senses.
Wider she opens
and she blossoms.
Dripping her essense, drop by sticky drop.
Lips swelling and reaching for the air,
The pearl peeking out from its safety.
Soft contractions and rolling eyes,
Pleasure and longing spread
Over her naked skin,
Reaching her breasts
Tingling her nipples.
Her hands explore,
Taking essense to Areola
And squeezing life
back into her breasts.
Her pearl retreats as her
Damp fingers circle and tease.
Faster and faster.
Her breath is short,
Her head rolls and back arches.
She seeks the seed,
She seeks the fullness,
Which fills her and plunges deeply,
Leaving her fulfilled and satisfied.
Blossoming with life.
Let’s head into summer with tending the soil, watering the crops, and trimming the limbs……
…and then harvest in the fall?