The Wind

Your touch is like the wind
Caresses my flesh and disappears
Only to pass by when least expected

In the sun
I feel the warmth of your face
In the moon
I feel the passion of your soul

When the wind passes through me
My flesh dissapears inside your caress
Only to return when least expected

In the sun
I hear echoes of your laughter
In the moon
I hear the night call me to you

Soon the wind will blow through me
As your caress slides across my flesh
Only to pleasure all that is expected

In the sun
I see your smile ablaze with life
In the moon
I see your eyes search for truth

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