Winds of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Winds of Love

We stand staring at each other
While soft winds play with her long hair.
Sliding my hands across her face
Feeling the softness of her skin
While coaxing hair behind her ears.
Tilting my head moving closer
To the fullness of her red lips.
Her electricity moving
Through every nerve in my body
Producing a desirous state.
So strong I cannot hesitate.
Dreaded pain. I was turning blue.
We stood staring at each other
While soft winds play with her long hair.

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