In whispers along
those distant easterly winds,
I hear you yearning
from deep within.
A hushed desire,
a shushed thrill,
waiting and wanting
as the cold night stills.
Desperate longing,
so loving and sure,
making all these miles
so hard to endure.
Racing thoughts
as cravings run rampant,
yet suffocated by sheets
where warmth is absent.
The days tick by
while our breasts lay bare,
but dreams they beckon,
flourishing in the air.
Our fantasies morph
into realistic pleasures
and dancing after dusk
is our favorite endeavor.
But it’s there in the shadows
where we truly find our way,
into each other’s arms,
where we strive to stay.
Desperate for one kiss,
appeased by a calming sigh
hidden in our hearts,
all the many reasons why.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-nude-body-erotic-sensual-5815695/
Originally written: June 2020
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