Naked In The Wind

There is a secret hidden
In oxygen molecules,
In atoms of nitrogen.
It is whispered against
My skin; a brush of leaves,
A kiss of roses. Fall for me.
Or else blow in the wind.
I feel you; penetration
With nothing blocking
Your touch. Shivering,
Yet glad to know sensation.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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