He has conspired with the wind, hired it to help him out. Why else would the wind be running its invisible hands through my hair, sensually too, in fact, almost the same way that he does? And why else would the wind be blowing in my ear, whispering wicked words I can't hear? Why, oh why else, would the wind be lifting up my dress?
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by the wind blowing in my face while I was thinking of a certain special guy...:-)
Birth sign: Leo
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