The Wind My Friend
OH, how I miss you when you are gone
Your touch I crave, our secret erotic bond
My special friend, THE WIND, it's been so long
You swept me off my feet when we first met
I've been weak and wobbly and wanting you ever since
I miss your caress, whether gentle touches or brisk brushes
Rubbing and rushing over me, ravishing without restraint
Enraptured and captured by your control and charm
Your presence shocks my senses, feelings foreign till now
Softly shaking with quivers and silent shivers
pleased and pleasured, no want for reprieve
Mesmerized I fantasize about you and the power
you have over me
My hair whisked and whipped with your whirlwind ways
My ultimate dream would to be in your arms every day
Teasing me, arousing me, shaking and shuddering me
I have never felt so loved and alive than in your presence
and possessed by your power over me
~~~~~~~ THE WIND~~~~~~
~~~~~ MY FRIEND ~~~~~
~~~~~ ( WITH BENEFITS ) ~~~~~
Copyright © Jeanie Bennett | Year Posted 2017
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