November wind,

you are my lover

teasing forth pink buds

and prickling my skin

with your cool caress…

Wringing from my lips

sighs of satisfaction

etched with

an aching longing.

Your invisible fingers

dance along my neck

and your soughing sigh

thrills me…

your voice my

private symphony…

I find myself

languid in your

cool embrace…. seduced,

aching and satisfied.