The Passion of Nature

The Passion of Nature

Her eyes burn, passion, as crisp as the autumn breeze, imprisons her desire.

Leaves blowing briskly past beckoning escape into the smoky fire.

Scraping sounds of metal on dirt, force images of nails raking down a spine.

A daylight dream of passion past, rustling memories of naked bodies intertwined.

The gleam of a smile encouraged her; fate has not passed her by, a smoky scent of reminiscence.

Muscles moving beneath his shirt, stir her guilty thoughts with his essence.

Flames roar with new additions, billowing high into the sky like an offering to the goddess.

Trembling inside, she explodes with need as moisture invades, her panties a mess.

"Would you like some hot cider?" she asked, as her eyes secretly spy the bulge of his growing member.

"That would be great he replied", in a deep voice, vibrations of passion she remembered.

A moment in silence they drank in the warmth of nature and the wonder of autumn sun.

"Thank you", he said, as he leaned toward her lips, a passionate kiss; inhibition undone.

Rolling mercilessly across the pile of crinkling leaves; crunching beneath the game.

The look in her eyes, exposing her need; the strength in his arms said the same.

As kisses once more explored the bodies of lovers, layers removed for autumn's lust.

"Take me", she begged him, her loins now on fire, "Take me as fast and deep as you must".

Palms and lips explored her mounds of beauty; disheveled leave filled hair curling around her face.

She rolled on her side, foundling his manhood and asked, "Can I have a taste?"

Warm, wetness, lips slowly devouring his shaft; each light flick of her tongue drawing him closer.

The broken seal of her lips, her panties now soaked, stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

A tug of her hair, bodies reversed, his tongue slowly cleaning up the mess of her desire.

Smoke and leaves, the cool brisk breeze blowing, her clit was ablaze with a new kind if fire.

Straddled her body, pinning both hands above her head to restrain, he entered without warning.

Her sudden gasp, as air escaped her, opening herself to him, ready, yet never scorning.

Hips thrust to greet him, her-own kind of-welcome, encasing him in her velvety folds deep.

Legs wrapped around his body at pleasure, begging for her juicy peach to be reaped.

Rapid thrusts, power tearing from her sole the passion she so deeply missed.

A shiver, a shudder, muscles contracting, he looked in her eyes, she smiled, they kissed.

Moments passed mysteriously; a magic tongue teasing renaming essence, she hoped.

Utters of pleasure, increased frustration; hot liquid escaping, deep down her throat.

Releasing her suction, a smile, a lick, a subtle reminder, she had claimed him now as hers.

Autumn of pleasure their bodies entangled, wild like beasts in nature's awesome blur.

KingLeoTheLion 2012