The majestic elm branches shelter me, embrace and draw me in. I float on a blanket of dreams, thoughts of wicked love and mortal sin. His kiss stirs the inner fire, a warm hand between my thighs. The stroking brings strong desire, a glazed and heavy look in my eyes. I rise to meet his passion, to climb upon that peak. The slow steam of sexual burning, his hot breath ablaze my cheek. Just when it all comes to climax, the dream crashes to the ground. My sensuous, imaginary lover Isn�t anywhere around. |
| Desire on the Wind |