Blown Into Fantasy Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

the wind blew
stripping all in its wake
leaves, clouds, souls...
even the moon seemed to sway gently in the sky.
what chance did my weak flesh have against such a torrent?
I let myself be washed
hoping to douse
need and longing coursing through my veins
I can't help but feel you,
your touch like the wind
tearing at my clothes with desire
a gale pressing my flesh
it is you against my back
warmth radiates
and I am blown into fantasy
studying you beneath me
hands above your head
sky eyes stormy with pleasure
warmth grows to heat
with depth and breath
thoughts rage
suddenly you change direction
hovering above
I struggle to hold on
heat radiating in waves
I am lost in the storm
spasms alternating
with the tensing and releasing
of my imagination