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Wind whispers in your ear,

carrying words a heart's held dear.



Sun's warmth, kissing your face,

warm like the fingertips,

whose touch you can almost trace.



Across soft lips, parted just so,

brushing across eyelids gently closed,

brushing cheeks dampened with tears,

warmth whisking away,

salty smears.



Grass under your feet, caressing bared skin,

butterflies flitting,

all around, kisses planted light as air,

wings that tickle, approaches my regard,

as a puddle approaches a river in flood.



Blowing wind that parts your golden crown,

sets strands to drifting all around,

surrounding you in a sun bright glow,

parting hair in its way,

as a loving hand might do,

as it breezes right through.



Rain drops from a cloudless sky,

coursing down your smooth and supple shape,

imprints of lips that never were,

appearing from thin air.



Rain drops salty like fallen tears,

washing away all of the pain,

cleansing you to reveal,

your perfection once again.



Wind sighing sadly,

as you dance and twirl,

filled with a yearning and the regret,

of never knowing.



Clouds gathering, close to the ground,

swirling around, twining about you,

slowly from your feet, swirling as it rises,

moist air caressing,

ass and hips, slowly passing your hardened nipple tips,

rising higher, your lips to brush,

rushing on, to close you in, holding you there.



Warm and moist, the air swirls around,

touching you as light as a breath,

warm as skin and sliding against,

touching everything.



Leaving you with the wanting,

of something for supporting,

since your knees are weakening,

and you would rather enjoy the sensation,

than concentrate on flexing, your knees to keep your legs,

still standing.



Seeping through skin, words once heard,

become burned in blood,

seared to bone, as you realize,

you never need be alone.



Whispered words, merged with blood,

fill a sad heart, salves the pain,

just as rain heals, sun scorched earth.



And long ago whispered words, echo louder,

than distantly heard thunder, trembles the skin,

parts the lips, traces silky skin, softly,

more knowingly, than knowing fingertips.



Laughter on the air, warm wind blowing,

and a smile only half glimpsed, yet still a sight,

not even the sun, doth eclipse.



Your body trembles, your soul aches,

all in time to, feelings, not even time,

can erase.