I close my eyes against the night,
and
feel the breeze
against my skin.
I imagine
your hands
flowing over my body
tracing pattens,
along my curves.
I close my eyes,
my senses
sharpen,
I can
feel you in the night
an autumn leaf
flirting with my skin
I close my eyes against the night
and I'm caressed by the wind.

[Caressed by the wind]

by deevaa

July, 2000