Breezing
The wind is blowing...
It brushes by...
Placing kisses on your lips.....
It gently passes stroking...
That delicate face....
Turning it towards the sun...
Who's golden rays warm
your heart....
The breeze caresses...
And feels your body....
It makes you quiver...
And stands you still....
You try to turn away...
But now the breeze...
It calls you back....
Touching you seductively...
That you drift....
As in a dream...
Back to bed....
Into my arms...
Wrapped up in love...
The breeze is blowing...
It brushes by...
I place a kiss upon your
lips......
Copyright © Stephen Blencowe | Year Posted 2011
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