The thing which most impresses me about her is the wholehearted manner in which she simply adores being a woman, long-since having let her youthful inhibitions and hang-ups fall discarded to the floor like a warm pair of knickers.
Here she is now in her glorious maturity, basking in the erotic divinity of her very womanhood, living life to the full and relishing the shapely flesh that she so confidently parades before me as i watch with dry mouth and hungry heart.
Hiding nothing because she fears nothing, allowing every last contour of her voluptuous body to be seen quite openly and without false modesty, secure in the knowledge that it drives me wild with desire as it has every other man to have beheld it's ravishing splendour.
There is even a distinct air of bestowing a great honour upon me in her looks which suggest that neither of us are in any doubt whatsoever as to who might be the lucky one here.
She needs not question that i have come in all humility to worship at her succulent altar and she correctly assumes the aspect of a benevolent goddess who gives more than generously to the faithful servant devotedly paying homage to her ripe, full-bodied allure.