Making love to the wind

Whirling about she gently brushes my skin.Mysterious lover though without any sin.At her mercy with trust I let go.And where she will take me I do not yet know.My hair stands up from her tingleling touch.I did not foresee I would love her so much.She lifts me up high on a powerful rush.Soaring with pleasure of this innocent lust.For just a short moment she takes my breathBut secure and embraced I fear no death.Deep in the fresh sky we reach our peak.She lowers me down gently,for I am blissfully weak.The climax she gave me was natural and pure.But when she’ll return I can not be sure.She turned my seed into a pearl and carried off to sea.It was not I who made love to the wind.For the wind made love to me.

Making love to the wind

woodking

Beach Haven, United States

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