Breezes are,
Like overly amorous paramours.
They wrap themselves around
You in sinuous waves of passion
And hold you captive until
You sigh and submit.
Ah! How good that surrender feels!
Sometimes, like a rather zestful lover
They wilfully nibble at your ears,
Letting your skin prickle
As if sensitized and ignited.
They ruffle your hair,
And trail their lustful fingers
Up your legs, before
Throwing up your skirt
Making them billow.
Ah, how they make you blush!
At other times, they are gentler.
They caress your body
As would a silken cloth
To titillate you, tease you
Before leaving you enervated,
Gasping for more.
Ah! They are naughtiness personified!
Yes, breezes are
Like overly amorous lovers.
Beautifully written