You resembles zephyr. You walk in & brushes my hair, make me twinkle, comforts me. I wanna hover you but, I know its impossible to make the wind stay forever.
Your thoughts... Those facinations make me blush Imprints of your touch tickles me Re-exploring those curves you love; from trough to crest Trying to recatch those sensations, even in dreams you make those soft petals wet.