A Talented Philanderer
A talented philanderer is Wind.
He often visits Meadow. He exhales.
Beneath his breath, her blades of grass are pinned.
When done with Meadow, then away he sails.
With Forest he has been so many nights!
Her trees’ limbs in late autumn he unveils.
Moaning, gyrating, Wind’s desire ignites
as Mother Nature swiftly he goes through.
Oh, many are the skilled Wind’s sweet delights.
But oh, what heights that Wind is taken to
when he decides to wend his way to Sea
where her enticing waters sparkle blue.
Her body rolls in ecstasy as he
comes gusting, lusting for her from aloft.
I think he is her fondest devotee.
Wind comes to me at times, but as a waft,
for I prefer caresses that are soft.
July 18, 2022
for the Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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