She is the Wind

By C P King

She blows about me
her hair in my face
The touch light and surrounding

She has to go close, far
ever reaching in her travels
Exploring, seeking all that she can find

The rush is her breath
against my skin
Tingling waves that give me goosebumps
and sometimes bruises lightly when her nature holds me
pounding against the bed in wanting orgasms screaming to
come out

I want to catch her
But she is air
She has to travel, flow
Ease, ebb. Sometimes storm
Encircling the globe in many forms
Yet still she sometimes is

Her freedom amazes me
I watch her come. I watch her go
I feel the breeze on my lips

She makes my leaves shake
She pelts the water against my breast
I want to go where the wind goes

She is the wind