I waited for the breeze
to blow me the fragrance of your hair
your curls were caught in the wind
your strands strangled me of air
I waited for the breeze
to blow me the scent of your skin
but the sweetest of oils from your pores
were diamanté drops dried by the wind
I waited for the breeze to bring me
the fresh breath of your mouth
The wind welcomed the smoke
I chocked, crying like a cloud
If you asked me, to get to you
which of the two would I cease?
I would have enslaved the wind
my love, and set free the breeze
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 3:57 AM UTC
I waited for the breeze
to blow me the fragrance of your hair
your curls were caught in the wind
your strands strangled me of air
I waited for the breeze
to blow me the scent of your skin
but the sweetest of oils from your pores
were diamanté drops dried by the wind
I waited for the breeze to bring me
the fresh breath of your mouth
The wind welcomed the smoke
I chocked, crying like a cloud
If you asked me, to get to you
which of the two would I cease?
I would have enslaved the wind
my love, and set free the breeze
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