This breeze is a tyrant of possibilities.
I let out my heat and move every leaf in the clearing.
The chill cyclone swallows my skin.
Each pore aroused and pulsing into night.
On the rolling backside of the bay.
Starlight churns up from the ocean.
Feet numbing against the husks of summer
hips thrust in a pulsing ambition.
My body breaks the wind down to it's owl screech center
and it pulls me in deep midnight ricochet.
Naked in the mouth of wind
I am lust on the sea of my dreams.
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