Summer Tease

A field of wheat is where she lays
Her hair golden in the sunshine glare
The heat intense in the midst of the rays
What lustful delight on these summer days

She lifts her petticoat to her waist
A pleasure she beholds to herself
A women not guilty of being chaste
An interval of heated abandonment

Hearing a whisper she does not falter
The breeze, the wheat or a watcher
He watches from a distance this summer tease
She is now aware but does not cease

Her naked mound exposed to the sun
Her hands roam freely as her mind is set free
Her fingers part her silken crevice
Sliding her longest talon towards the sun

This summer tease stirs him from a far
His engorged shaft draws tight
As she meanders her way around her vulva
A sight to be-hold for this watcher

The wheat sways in the breeze and her mind is unaware
She succumbs to the heat of the summer sun and strips her body bare
Closing his windows to the world as she kneads her breasts
This summer tease pleasing him so

She wraps herself in spasms and shudders
Caressing moisture from within
His grip firm around his member he releases
Simultaneously becoming one

Her intimate longing now one of slumber
Her body a mirage in the summer sun
Opening his windows once again
His summer tease is just a dream