Summer Wind

On the warm summer winds I smelt your fragrance,
your unique musky scent of desire and promises.
I licked the air with my tongue to taste you,
making myself hunger your touch, thirst your love,
letting my mind wander over the geography of your skin.
I dreamed of kissing, licking, sucking, chewing
and in that moment my ears were deafened by moans.
I became conscious that the sound was only in the wind.
There is nothing nicer on a warm summers night,
when you are so physically far away from me,
than the flavour of your hot juice left in my mouth.

Waggy  22.06.2012

(image – 'Tasting Light'  ©2006-2012 ~t4len4 )