The Window

I stood by the window,
in naked attire,
the breeze soothed my body,
that burned with desire.

The wind whispers softly,
and calls out your name,
I writhe from the hunger,
that drives me insane.

I lean back my head,
and then close my eyes,
return to the body,
that lies next to mine.

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debbierey6
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Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339