Amaze Me

Amazed with a 42 year old beauty...

Inhale her in like a spring breeze,
Only opposed by the forces of mother nature.
Plentiful wisdom in her years,
Yet naive and youthful,
Through her body and soul.
She walks about as a chief,
But only to be blindfolded,
With her angel like grace.
A saint she is not,
For she dangles "transgression",
Feel a brush of her skin,
And you shall melt.
For she creates a shield,
Full of warmth.
A smile she carries,
Take a bit,
Covered in juices,
Dripping with great sin.
Spirit,
Brighter than the sun,
Lighter than a feather.
Transgression into perfection,
Oh the lust.