Charming, he is.
Crisp like the Autumn atmosphere.

He isn't like the others;
Glancing over with greedy eyes.

Benevolent, he is.
Kind in his thoughts and actions.

Past lovers: selfish,
One-sided in their hurtful ways.

Respectful, he is.
Soft fingertips and gentle lips.

Tender to the touch;
Unlike their rough recognizable hands.

Gentleman, he is.
Holding my hand and kissing me goodnight.

Wanting to take things slow;
Unlike their eager palms.

Tranquil, he is.
Calming my nerves and fears.

Steady in his demeanor...
Constant to his very core.

His fingers run through my hair...
Just as yours did.
Palms large and soft; the wind dares
To graze my skin.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

His breath on the nape of my neck...
Kissing furthermore.
Giving my nose a swift peck...
Rattling the door.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

Forming tears without trying...
Cold blow to the face.
He kisses before biting.
Nips in the same place.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

Reminds me of what once was:
Summer days... cold nights.
Whispers of our eros love...
Blown out candlelight.

The wind is a man; I wish he were you.

I do not fear men, I fear the intentions of them.