07 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 once again 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 7, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “Breeze

  1. SCM

    April 7, 2020 at 1:42 pm

    Lovely… I can imagine… sigh…


    Liked by 1 person

  2. jane

    April 8, 2020 at 3:27 am

    It’s been such a long time since I’ve read your words!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thereluctantpoet

    April 9, 2020 at 1:08 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person


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