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 once again I am pressed for time, and there is a breeze blowing, and I think of skirts, and thighs.
Art by Loui Jover
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Romantic Dominant
April 6, 2019 at 11:26 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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Romantic Dominant
April 7, 2019 at 7:02 pm
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