The Caress Of The Wind Poem by Dominik The Juggalo

Howling, the angered night wind chases me,
It's talons, invisible, try to grab hold of me,
Like a succubus trying to bring me to her bed chambers,
it's a rappist trying to get to my pale skin,
I relent, i let the wind caress my body,
The wind is warm, like my lovers body during orgasm,
i open my eyes, a small tear rolles down my cheek,
to the grass below it, reaching up with green arms,
trying to get to the drink, like a thirsty animal,
I sigh, for in truth i have no lover..................