A Season of Erotica

On her knees as her hand goes up to to brush the hair back from her eyes, eyes shyly looking down, and away, a hint of a smile as if embarrassed to have been caught. Sweat glistens on the upper lip, mouth slightly agape, as she whispers ever so softly, encouraging, imploring, lovingly. She uses the back of her hand to gently caress and nuzzle, while the other hand in rhythm pets the delicate petals. Just a few fingers seek it's yielding quarry. A deep earthy scent fills her lungs and she breathes fully and eagerly, again and again, tasting the heady aroma of spring on her tongue. The daffodils are awakening and she is in her glory. ~MCM ©2014