caressing

Copyright © October 19, 2005 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved



I am the wind in your beautiful blonde hair,
caressing your locks with loving care.

I am the hot breath on the back of your neck,
beckoning to you to let me in.

I am the man, who stands before you,
arms wide open, hands held out far.

Love me then, love me now, love me always my love,
just as I love you.