Wind Acrostrain
Wisps of warmth on Autumn breeze licks my face tasting me, tickling my skin.
Inseparable are we, your breath filled lips I ignore as you tease me.
Nonsensical words you whisper to me, I feel the ire that soon ensues,
demon tempest you become, I laugh at you, as your caress sets me free.
10/24/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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