Meadows

She walks through the meadows
With the sun on her face
The wind at her back
The joy of life lifting her spirit
Until she seems to fly on the wings of heaven

To a place where she can lie down
Watch the clouds float by
And make whimsical shapes
While the breeze caresses her body
And flutters her clothing over her flesh

Until she finds it too confining
And rises to pull her shirt away
She lifts it over her head
Lets the wind catch it
Watches it fly on the currents

When she lets it go she lays
Once more in the soft grass
With flower heads bobbing over her
Tickling blades rubbing against her
Soft hair laying over her breasts

Soft round breasts with hard tips
That ache with each breath
The wind exhales over them
As it tugs at her skirt
And moves the clouds along

Making them twine together
Suggestive in their movements
As she helps the breeze pull
At her nipples and twist them
Until they stir something deep inside

So she lifts her hips
Raising them to the sky
And a gust of wind pulls her skirt
Tugs at it until she releases it
And holds it high to be carried away

She settles back with her thighs wide
The silver lining of the clouds reflected
In her own silky pink skin
Holding its own moisture
Waiting to be released

The wind whips up
It drives hard against her flesh
As she pushes herself closer
Clouds cover the sun
Her excitement makes her flush

She notices little
Until the first lightning flash
The first roll of thunder
It suprises her and she jumps
Driving her fingers deep inside

The moisture in her softness builds
The rain smell fills the air
More lightning
More thunder
And her wetness is released

Just as the rain begins to fall
And soaks her
As she soaks the ground
And the ground drinks it up
To feed the grass and flowers

And she revels in the droplets
Falling on her face
Running down her shoulders
Dripping from her hair
As she walks through the meadows