The Magic Of The Breeze - 2 The Breeze It Brushed Poem by Angelina Pandian

The breeze it brushed across my face
Lightly first, a touch of feather!
It cools, it hugs, it caresses
It drinks my heat hungrily.
It thrills me, fills me, surrounds me
Softly first – a silken scarf sliding off
Strongly it forces itself upon me
My head is thrown back
My neck is open in surrender
My eyes they close in anticipation
The breeze it kissed me and ravished me
So fresh, so soft, so cool, so refreshing
I wanted more – shamelessly
The feeling of being wanted
It makes me drunk I quiver.
Unseen, invisible¸ yet I feel
Your presence so overpowering
Than the breeze surrounding me
In a dance so wonderful
It makes me delirious with joy
That I start to dream once again!