Wind Streams

the windstream of my mind
carry such strong themes
of sensation and elation
platitudes and latitudes
Of life’s variations
music finds my soul
it flows and glows
causing warm soft fingers
that manipulate, palpitate
on flesh and muscle
deep within dark doors
I open all the windows
that I can smell, feel, know
soft delicious fragrance
of luscious blossoms and gingerbread
and wafts of warm summer weather
somewhere, sometime, somewhen
nearly forgotten, linger a moment longer
lips brush against warm lips
the tingle of young passion
like all things sensual
they linger long like Sunday afternoon
the smells and touch so warm
I keep the passage open to the beauty of it all
the things that have passed through
the Windstreams of my mind

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