Lightly sun-kissed freckles
her skin gets even softer
here in these summer hours.
With two very distinct tan lines
cutting diagonally across her bottom,
she knows the contrast is desired
she loves watching His eyes light up
a trigger for her beloved.
A thumb tips her chin,
she softly smiles.
The girl wants to firmly feel his hand
warm natural wetness
she wiggles while pushing back
her secretly sworn addiction,
the hard palm of His hand.
There aren’t words to explain
why the girl gets this way
something about her offering
and how big his eyes stare.
The stinging finally surrenders
she can trace His outlined fingers
highlighted above her bikini tan.
The pleasure of her surrender,
still, she begs her Sir.
Most cannot understand
how divine restriction feels,
when wrists are tied tightly behind
by a skilled braided cord.
It’s easy for her to relax
she welcomes Him in.
Out there under the warm sun
this afternoon her curves were His
to do as He might wish.
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