Walking the woods can be an aphrodisiac.

At times the sunlight demanded my breasts.

The forest spirits exposed themselves to me inviting me to trespass deeper.

Harmoniously and rhythmically my feminine wilds wrested their tonic.

No shame from the eyes of the forest.

No evil in my bouncing breasts.

The sensation of being a woman uncontained.

I need brave hands to touch me.

Foxes like it rough. Go for the throat.