Sun Dress

As I stood and watched her in that sun dress
I begged that the wind would lightly blow.
That mother nature would open her arms
and let me see what I wanted to know.

Lady, with that light blended cotton
resting on the curves of her form
I could not resist seeing her up close
rapped tightly in my loving arms.

Oh, that sun dress showed a mighty
sweet look clinging to her flesh
forcing my eyes to see thru
as if the material was made of mesh.

Her movements, like a doe
sleek, yet full of all I could need.
Blow wind, blow, let me see it cling
touching softly all over as I plead.

Breath gets caught up in the aura
watching every monumental move.
The hem bouncing a swish side to side
coupling me in a sensual groove.

The way it lounged on her breast
as her pouty lips cast a shade
and that covered heaving inviting me
to look at the wonder nature has made.

Blow wind, blow, let me see more
just a hint up above the knee
following those ripples gorging
all I can take on my eyes to see.

My, that sun dress is a personification
of lust's sweet marrow busting my bones.
No less a euphoric addiction as a drug
addicts lingering need to get over the jones.

Oops, thanks brother wind
just a mild gust to feed my eyes.
Mercy, mercy now I know the secret
the hem was hiding those lovely thighs.

Hair blowing back just off her forehead
big gold hoops dangling in the sunlight.
Passions creeping up her spinal hill
forming the basis of a star lit moon night.

Oh, lust, you've been hiding from my mind
years of dangling from abstinence grip.
Sun dress following the rippling flow
of the measured movement of each hip.

Saw her peeping out the corner of her eyes
smile creeping in the knowing how she teased.
Hip lopped onesided making the dress cup behind
for me to get a good look so I would be pleased.

Our eyes locked in an instant stare
sizing up each fiber blowing in the wind
and as she stepped on the bus, wondered
would I ever see that sun dress ...again.

Del Cano 2007 October