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
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
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
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
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 perfect for today
Art by Loui Jover
