Saturday, 1 November 2025
Invisible Lover
A beautiful morning.. the sun is coming out.. a bright clear orange making even the clouds blush.. paling the dark clouds into sheepish anonymity.. majestic.. bright.. beautiful.. the moon just a sliver shone the brightest just before the advent of the sun.. the sky ominously filled with dark clouds turning the mood of the sea a deep dark grey.. the eagles seem to be the royal monarchs of the sky.. the crows the rougher faction of society.. the pigeons the common man.. the parrots unruly teens.. the sparrows little children.. the koyals the artists of the sky.. more and more i realize the presence of the air around us.. in the sound of the flapping wings of a bird as they displace the air.. in the sound of an aeroplane high above.. in the soft fingers touching my skin as it dances over and around me.. creating cooling patterns of contented pleasure.. and when it blows you just want to get up and dance to its beats.. its fingers lightly ruffling your hair in unmatched pleasure.. a disheveled natural beauty.. a lovemaking that satiates with each touch.. an invisible lover in assurance of its embrace.. a sensual touch.. teasing.. flirting.. laughing.. painting songs into my pores.. and my heart sings..
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