01 Apr


The wind

is sailing clouds

singing in wires

rippling ponds

sounding chimes

making trees dance.


I imagine it

playing in your hair

tugging at your clothes

lifting your skirt

and caressing your thighs



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but today I am pressed for time, and there is a breeze blowing, and I think of skirts, and thighs.

Art by Loui Jover


Posted by on April 1, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life


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5 responses to “Breeze

  1. operalover1974

    April 10, 2018 at 3:01 am

    Oh Sweet Moses…

    Liked by 1 person


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