My Lover Wind

By Rose Bence

As sunlight trickles
And warms my skin
I close my eyes
And feel the wind

As it tickles and brushes
Teasing my skin
It sighs and it whispers
“If only, I wish.”

It caresses, it traces
The curves of my hips
It breathes as it licks
Teasing my tips

As invisible fingers
Fondle my skin
A pooling warmth
Soaks from within

Opening and closing
Moving my hips
As invisible fingers
Tease my clit

I gasp and I moan
Wishing fingers would grope
Wishing and wanting
A firm hard stroke

But sadly, as ever
My lover Wind
Is only just that
Just the wind.