The Blue Skies

A Poem by Rose Masen

Just a mix of thoughts.

Blue skies, I hoped would never part
Rays of sun, shining from dawn to dark.

The breeze gently violates my skin
Every hair follicle seductively sways with sin.

The air lifts and swirls, bending and finally breaking
My body tenses, my deepest soul shaking.

The blue skies have opened, revealing a true form
The wind becomes disrespectful, giving way for a brutal storm

My heart skips a beat, as my mind begins to lust,
My skin shivers under the changes, my eyes begin to adjust.

The whipping against my body listens for an escaped moan
My lips begin to part, my breath's made of stone.

My physical being taken advantage of, to my liking
A love so raw, I beg for more- I await it's striking.

I'm brought to my knees as it rules my body,
Touching, hissing, moaning- my wishes no longer solitary.

I give in to the pleasure, deciding to weather the storm,
The rains cleanse my being, pleasure a memory that erotically begins to form.