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Navigating His Alluring Wind Songs
The taste of his aura knows my name
He whispers to me as he brushes past my lips to softly claim
His strong gust blows my emotions away
Raising my skirt wherever he wants to play
Gently kissing every hair strand, faint caresses to my face
No other force of nature gets that privilege to invade my personal space
Unintentionally letting me know the shadows of his existence when the draft moves
My red ribbon floating in the wind, his souvenir from our just due
In the absence of his poetic affection
Then he blows my way to advise me of his devotion, his dedication
I hear his echoes rustling above the towering trees
Moving the leaves startling me
He’s such a faceless tease
He knows I will look up
Love always for his airy presence from the sugary rim of my seductive cup
His strong energy retains my presence in place, from going forward, I’m totally never free
But wait, ooh, he can be very demanding when he’s sexual aggressive I have witnessed to his belief
No one can escape his animalistic wraith when he churns in the ocean of my sea
He brings that gush, and then a tidal wave overcoming the essence of me
Flooding my emotions as I try to flee
I’ve tried to run, and even hide
Until he shows me the summer breeze of his softer side
Propelling my stance from behind as I’m standing alone
He has my heart, mind, and there’s no place like home
I wonder does his wind songs blow beyond the stars
If it does, please tell God to tell my handsome man who sits on the planet of Mars
Within my nighty whispers, I feel his charisma so near, yet so far
Enticing serenades whispering from off the echoes off my lips
Alluring him as our wind songs tenderly blend as they drift
He whispers to me as he brushes past my lips to softly claim
His strong gust blows my emotions away
Raising my skirt wherever he wants to play
Gently kissing every hair strand, faint caresses to my face
No other force of nature gets that privilege to invade my personal space
Unintentionally letting me know the shadows of his existence when the draft moves
My red ribbon floating in the wind, his souvenir from our just due
In the absence of his poetic affection
Then he blows my way to advise me of his devotion, his dedication
I hear his echoes rustling above the towering trees
Moving the leaves startling me
He’s such a faceless tease
He knows I will look up
Love always for his airy presence from the sugary rim of my seductive cup
His strong energy retains my presence in place, from going forward, I’m totally never free
But wait, ooh, he can be very demanding when he’s sexual aggressive I have witnessed to his belief
No one can escape his animalistic wraith when he churns in the ocean of my sea
He brings that gush, and then a tidal wave overcoming the essence of me
Flooding my emotions as I try to flee
I’ve tried to run, and even hide
Until he shows me the summer breeze of his softer side
Propelling my stance from behind as I’m standing alone
He has my heart, mind, and there’s no place like home
I wonder does his wind songs blow beyond the stars
If it does, please tell God to tell my handsome man who sits on the planet of Mars
Within my nighty whispers, I feel his charisma so near, yet so far
Enticing serenades whispering from off the echoes off my lips
Alluring him as our wind songs tenderly blend as they drift
Published 2nd Jun 2023
Author's Note
When words of love breezes over you in the element of time, becoming softly caressed by his wind songs.
SKC
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2nd Jun 2023 8:57pm
2nd Jun 2023 10:25pm
in this stanza my friend fill the heart
I’ve tried to run, and even hide
Until he shows me the summer breeze of his softer side
Propelling my stance from behind as I’m standing alone
He has my heart, mind, and there’s no place like home
I wonder does his wind songs blow beyond the stars
If it does, please tell God to tell my handsome man who sits on the planet of Mars
Within my nighty whispers, I feel his charisma so near, yet so far
Enticing serenades whispering from off the echoes off my lips
Alluring him as our wind songs tenderly blend as they drift
I’ve tried to run, and even hide
Until he shows me the summer breeze of his softer side
Propelling my stance from behind as I’m standing alone
He has my heart, mind, and there’s no place like home
I wonder does his wind songs blow beyond the stars
If it does, please tell God to tell my handsome man who sits on the planet of Mars
Within my nighty whispers, I feel his charisma so near, yet so far
Enticing serenades whispering from off the echoes off my lips
Alluring him as our wind songs tenderly blend as they drift
3rd Jun 2023 10:39pm
To desire to submit is the greatest erotic passion of all. Love how it ends with her alluring him. You are an inspired human Kitty.
4th Jun 2023 5:39pm
The wind can cut like a knife in cold months; then provide much need relief in the hot months.
Enjoyed the interweaving of wind with a romantic relation. Both are fluid. Your details like, "red ribbon floating", provide an intimacy to the piece.
Really enjoyed this read.
Enjoyed the interweaving of wind with a romantic relation. Both are fluid. Your details like, "red ribbon floating", provide an intimacy to the piece.
Really enjoyed this read.
