In the ocean wind she stands,
Light summer dress clinging,
Revealing secrets of presence,
And of absence, for she,
Loves the feel of the wind,
Whipping her body, thrashing
The soft fabric over her skin,
Desiring nothing come between
Her skin and the touch of the wind,
The thrill of surrender and
Pleasure as she turns and sees
His gaze upon her as she stands,
In the wind, naked to his eyes.
Donovan Baldwin
