Homage to the Wind

The Wind's my best friend and here's the reason why,
One quick gust, balloons out blouses and makes skirts fly high.

To see outlines revealed briefly, caught in glimpse of an eye,
Is a treasured moment worth looking forward to as each possibility goes by.

I watched as you walked ahead of me your shapely body wiggling caught ny eye,
I tried to see through your loose garments but the sun got in my eye.

As you rounded the next corner, my friend Wind gave it a try,
Lifting your skirt which showed no outlines, astounded I see why.

Naked underneath, as the day you were born, you lovely curves I spied,
Try hard as I might, my erected excitement would not subside.

Telescopically growing like a tent pole inside,
As my pants stretch and start bulging, I hear my balls cry.

"You know her...You want her...Go get her for both you and I!"
I approached and we talked as the Wind whistled by.

Another strong gust this time blew up the dress of another passerby,
Still laughing and talking I ask you out, you'll never score unless you try.

You said yes way back then and now after so many years have gone by,
Each time we're out walking you wear a skirt and I look up to the sky.

I pray to the Wind and he comes and lifts your skirt up high,
I pay homage to him when he comes, he's my friend and now you know why!