I like the way the wind finds it's path through space. How it suddenly sneaks in from behind, from the side, might even give off a playful unexpected whip on...let's say...someone's neck.
Or how it can softly caress and arouse the entire body as it licks the skin of my back.
I like the way the wind travels and creates movement. I like the way the wind is the true antagonist of rigidity, of predetermination. The wind is bold, an intruder.
I like the way the wind is governed by change, ruled by the very thought that there isn't an endpoint...that's it's all in the everlasting search.
I like the way the wind can sound like ocean waves or a divine whistle.
I like the way the wind is fearless to touch, how it can come so close, come inside you, make you close your eyes, and make you feel so alive.
I like the way the wind is so sexy.
I like the way the wind teaches me to trust the invisible waves of light and love. All of a sudden I feel a part of something, something that is pure that has an unknown, mysterious, wisdom and logic.
I like the way I can surrender and just feel...
if I follow you, light...
if I honor you, love...
I'm suddenly found in spirit.
I like the way the wind and the birds speak the same language. How they dialogue, kiss and swim together in open air. They give and take, they lift and carry each other, no one really in charge.
I like the way the wind makes me dance. I can twist and turn, open my chest and arch my back in your honor.
I like the way I find safety and pleasure in the wind.
I like the way the wind takes my breath away...
