And as the subtle wind which gushes through your petals,
slowly caressing you effortlessly,
with a beautifully intoxicating scent.
As your sweetness flows with the air,
silently swayed by the sight which filla your rather petulant skin.
as divine as a moon-less night,
with nakedness of each star,
Perturbed, ... with a distance, as grey as the sky,
as it sceams,
with a desire as bare as your silk touch.
A passing thought,
filled with every single tune and movement of your peaceful gaze.

© nosihlekatherine