With first touch of the sun
She arches, stretches,
The breeze whispering
Tactile promises across
Her bare skin exposed
As she gives herself up
To hedonistic pleasure,
The touches of nature,
Quiveringly grateful for,
The intimate sensations
They arouse within her
Passionate body and mind,
Yet, hoping that soon,
Her lover will join her,
And with sun and wind,
Bring her soaring upward,
To her most natural state.
Donovan Baldwin