I am the wind,
Mild zephyr, I,
Blowing by,
Caress you in my passing.
Feel my touch,
As I ripple your clothes,
The twist and pull of scarf
Across your breasts,
Fanning the rising heat
Upon your cheeks
As I, the god of wind,
Poet of the air,
Take possession of,
My lady love.
Donovan Baldwin