The most tender of mirrored moments
every breath like a whispered echo
moving from mouth to mouth
a breathed message pretending to be a storm
sets all the little hairs on your body in alert
a movement like a ripple down your burning flesh
makes you shiver in dreams of fierce gales
Fingers trace a landscape on your back
on your hips and secret places, making magic
all the gales in the world grab and hug us
brushing us along to realms of fragrant silkiness
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