A Wind's Intimate Invitation

A soft, silk breeze on damp skin — tempts me to dare,

Tender touches — ignite passions I want to dare,

Breath of wind traces my folds — where wild moments dare,

Trembling flesh hides secrets — where only lovers dare.

Gusts caress hidden curves — skin yearns to feel,

Fabric's edge, a rigid wall — crumbling to feel,

Nature's fingers find my depths — wildly to feel,

Bare skin tingles, awakens — opening to feel.