The wind kissed me
Or rather she kissed me
Her chaste kiss borne on the wind
Reaching my lips
That was the beginning
It was my ending
And the clouds swirl as reminders
Ageless, this Love Vast in its confines
Unleashed in my soul
The lightning storm Of passion and words
Of sweat and flesh
Your eyes Your limbs Your sex
A thunderous climax
The tempest of who we are
It all began
When the wind kissed me...
-P. Frias