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Wicked Winds

and currents
of his essence
travel across
a lonely night’s breeze
blowing restless
velvet depths

a slow, wicked wind
teasingly kisses
heat drenched flesh
and she loses herself there

beneath a bacardi moon

fingertips trace
a lover’s trail
as she thinks of him

her touch
becomes his touch

and in the shadows
of a drunken midnight
her body opens
tender for him

silky digits
trace glistening breasts
to drenched lace
between trembling thighs

gasps, moans
and bitten lip whimpers echo
as she screams out for him

shooting stars light
her quivering frame
as she finds complete ecstasy

beneath wet fingertips
as she whimpers his name
again and again

© LadyRaine