70 – THE WINDS

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

Will you, with me, surrender
to the wild winds,
to the wild hot winds
wet with humid passion?
moist memory
lingering longing
longing to simmer in damp
love soaked sheets
sweet to the senses.
The tart taste on the tongue,
(an evolved palette)
Deep breaths, filling me with you
your scent…
pink blush at your throat
open, wide eyes
soft, low moans
joy released
in one whirling wonder.
will you, with me
surrender
to the wild winds??

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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