Caress – poem

The soft breeze,
Caresses me,
Like a lover.
His kisses,
Whisper on my skin;
Sending shivers,
Down my spine.

The hairs on my body,
Stand to attention.
My warm skin tingles.
With his embrace,
He gives me a welcome reprieve,
From the beating sun.

No sooner has my lover
Brushed over me;
Leaving traces
Of his beautiful kisses.
He leaves me again.
And the warm sun
Enfolds me once more.

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