The wind embarrasses me,
Her wispy hands tug on my skirt,
As I try to keep it from her grip.
The wind embarrasses me,
She drags her fingertips through my hair,
freeing my hair from it's tie.
Her breath sending shivers down my spine,
As she blows on my neck.
The Wind embarrasses me,
She toys with me,
One moment enveloping me in her cooling air,
the next giving me space and allowing warmth to edge it's way back into my veins.
Yet why do I,
find such a warmth in her presence,
as if her cold breath was nothing more than a loving embrace?