After the storm
my fingers are
like soft winds,
caressing your head in my lap.
Kissing your ear
and whispering beautiful things in it.
You purr like a cat
and want to sink in me
without any escape.
The whistling wind in the forest
sings our sad melody.
copyright by I Normann/Magical whispers (9/11/2018)
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