Puzzles: natural landscape

Your blonde hair falls, and I can’t even see how far it reaches! Makes one sweat

And your shoulders fragile, to hold, as they always are, and your hands gloved,

Not with silk, with fingerless badass black leather, you can see your nails,

Just long enough to scratch, a black bra, leather pants with a long, suggestive zip,

And your attitude, woman of all women, bedroom body, sex of all sex, what you wish!

In everything I see, from the hibiscus flowers, in the garden, to the hanging pot plant,

Chill in morning air, your picture hangs in the side of my mind, swaying back and forth,

With me now included, on a bed of flowers, barely dressed, bound by vines, deep yearning,

And you over, in black leather, and me surrender, like a season surrenders to time,

Flowing, pushing, pulling, biting, stinging, love that evolves in the moment, by flowering

In your black leather, domme morrigan: nature, iconic, lies bound and dreaming