Winds of Passion

Like a desert night, the sound of the wind blows into the room
quietly I walk in, candles flickering and almost burning out
I hear the sound of your breath, balanced and even and rhythmic
as I approach the wind wraps its arms around you and caresses your skin
Instead of a chill it wraps you in a warmth, touching you quietly
Your senses become aroused and sitting there I watch you.

Focused on what I see before me, a sensual passionate woman
the wind is my ally caressing your skin, and your body undulates to its touch
like slow sensual kisses your skin awakens and in slumber, fingers trace their path
moving along your arms and to your shoulders and then your lips
you move to my thought wordless but they reach their mark
As the wind trails around you, I hear your breathing deepen
ever quickening, my thought traces your mind and tells you where I want to touch you

touching your lips my minds tongue lightly traces your lips
caressing shoulders and the nape of your neck below your hairline
moving on your side providing me freedom to your back
gliding along its length and around your hips
your fingers and my thoughts are now in unison working as one
soulmates know each others thoughts and your fingers bring my thoughts to life
I sit and watch and listen as your breath turns into moans

my tongue traces up your belly from your hips
sliding up between your breasts your fingers lightly touch your nipples
gently touching and then firmly squeezing and nibbling
my mouth makes love to each breast as if I am making love to you
with each firmer touch your body reacts and your moans stir within
your fingers move down your stomach and caress your hips
feeling my tongue move to the top of your thighs and slide across
to the valley between your thighs and where i can sense a musky aroma

My thoughts instruct your fingers to come together and reach their point of desire
your hips move slowly as your breathing becomes ever quicker
your fingers under my command slide across your hips
and up and down your inner thighs feeling your warmth and wetness
focused on this spot where my mind and my tongue have spent much time
your head thrown back and sweat pouring from your brow
the hot wind that has blown into this room overtakes you
losing all thought and spatial reference you are now lost in desire....