Breeze

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

 

Breeze

 

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

 

Breeze

 

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

 

Breeze

 

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

 

Breeze

 

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

 

Breeze

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

Art by Loui Jover