Stroking her chords

laying back
she let the winds
of summer
carry her away
the smell of rain
rushes across her nipples
as she hikes up
the fabric
of her cotton dress
legs spread open
as the warmth
kisses her petals
fingers teasing
stroking her chords
hips swaying in rhythm
back and forth
sweet bud
in full bloom
as the waves arrive
one after another
sending a raging fire
through her thighs

the storm
leaving her satisfied
and soaking wet