The wind on my face

Oh to lay naked with you and have you gently glide your fingers up and down my back.

I walk on, the wind brushing gently over my skin feeling like an embrace.

The warm weather playing tricks on my mind.

The scent of wild flowers and earth is on the breeze,

I breath in deeply, missing you.

Remembering the feel of you pressed against me, inside me.

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