the wind blew <br />stripping all in its wake <br />leaves, clouds, souls... <br />even the moon seemed to sway gently in the sky. <br />what chance did my weak flesh have against such a torrent? <br />I let myself be washed <br />hoping to douse <br />need and longing coursing through my veins <br />I can't help but feel you, <br />your touch like the wind <br />tearing at my clothes with desire <br />a gale pressing my flesh <br />it is you against my back <br />warmth radiates <br />and I am blown into fantasy <br />studying you beneath me <br />hands above your head <br />sky eyes stormy with pleasure <br />warmth grows to heat <br />with depth and breath <br />thoughts rage <br />suddenly you change direction <br />hovering above <br />I struggle to hold on <br />heat radiating in waves <br />I am lost in the storm <br />spasms alternating <br />with the tensing and releasing <br />of my imagination<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blown-into-fantasy/
