Wisps of cool breeze glide gently
over goose-bumped arms;
and stroke the fire of love’s passion,
as a third between two.
In the dimming light of dusk just past,
entwined before the opened bay windows,
the chilled kiss of the breeze heats the night’s festivities,
as bellows never could.


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Lovely all of it, JD.
Kalimera, from Greece.
R
"Wisps of cool breeze glide gently" ... I love it.
"as the third between two"...the third entity...called God.
~r~
Thanks everybody!