She is Wild

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Bare skin against sun-warmed mountains,
her body stretched beneath an open sky,
with nothing between her and the wild.

The breeze slips over every curve,
carrying the scent of warm earth and skin.
You can almost taste the air around her,
feel the heat beneath her body,
imagine the softness against all that rough stone.

She closes her eyes
and lets nature touch everywhere
fabric usually hides.

There is something intoxicating about her freedom
the way she belongs to herself completely,
uncovered, unashamed,
letting sunlight wander across her
without asking it to look away.

You can see the photograph.

But inside,
you can feel her.