Breezes are like

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.