Summer Visions of L

 I look out my window to the porch below
And what catches my gaze a sight to behold
Her clothes have been shedded, if only she knew
This woman she lies with nary a clue

Some consider her lines  dermal imperfection
For me instead, an embellishment of complexion
The sun on her skin and behold it arises
The outline I study, its contrast surprises
 
The path of its edge so sharp to the eyes
My view tracks along that mesmerizing prize
She lies on her stomach in a provocative pose
So restful she looks in her ongoing doze

Her flesh is like amber, and buttocks like cream
If only she knew she provides this my dream
Her cakes are so firm, forth her crack I am guided
A thong she had donned now a triangle divided

"Turn over" I command but my words are unheard
Her pussy my interest, my erection is stirred
She starts to arouse and abide by my wishes
Supine she now lies, an opulence  of riches

Her breasts seem suspended by invisible strings
Her nipple an object for pleasure it brings
Her bareness so smooth transfixing my view
The droplets I see; her sweat sweet as dew

I catch a brief glimpse of her pussy so white
From her pose  I imagine our ultimate plight
Her tan traces features that incite my  desire
To which I  plead "please refrain from attire"