Natural.

Your skin against my own as soft as winter's first sweet snow, the heat from your thighs like the sun that warms the summer and its skies, your finger tips like thunder, electrically charged and filled with wonder, your fragrant breath like a spring breeze when caressing the nape of my neck.  Eyes golden brown and deep, radiant from within, kisses from velvet lips that sensually seduce me like sins, hands that fall like autumn leaves adding colour to me from the inside out, I turn bright, crimson red as my body rewards you with goosebumps and you become the leader to my boy scout.  Like a seasoned lover, you are patient as your crops await my rain, not a drop of me is wasted until I circle your drain.  Passion was once as unclear to me as a sky covered in pollution, unbeknownst to me was that your love was the solution.  Clouded no more, I see the light shining from the Heavens right into you then into me, like spring does to the cherry tree, you have made me blossom and then magically set me free.