Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Gentle Caress and Violent Fury of the Wind
Gentle Caress and Violent Fury of the Wind
By Bethany Davis
The wind comes to me,
Like a gentle breeze,
Brushing strands of hair,
Across my cheek.
The wind comes to me,
Like a violent hurricane,
Throwing my hair,
Across my face.
The wind comes to me,
Like a gentle breeze,
A soft touch on my skin,
Stirring my need.
The wind comes to me,
Like a violent hurricane,
A strong pounding on my body,
Raising my need.
The wind comes to me,
Whether violent or gentle,
Whether soft or hard,
It satisfies me.
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