Breezy Lover
Bundled up all winter, it’s easy to forget how sensual my body feels when it’s unencumbered,
open and exposed in nature;
On a break between client sessions,
I walk outside, take off my shirt, lift my skirt to my waist
and lay down on the old couch in my back yard.
Like a flower, my body turns slightly,
drawn towards the warmth of the sun and
I connect to the inhale and exhale of my breath.
As my belly rises and falls,
I feel a light breeze touch my legs,
dipping down between my thighs…
up and out again.
My body shivers, registering this surprise sensation.
My legs fall open, hoping it comes back.
As I wait, I notice a brush of air at my feet,
along my right arm, across my nipples and up my neck.
It’s dancing along my skin the way my lovers hands do.
My breath quickens.
The breeze swirls around my face,
taking a few strands of my hair with it.
I imagine the air as fingers lightly twirling my hair around them.
It feels so real, I’m tempted to open my eyes and see if anyone’s there.
But I don’t.
I keep on breathing.
The air stays still for what feels like minutes.
My body arches upwards, begging it to come back,
waiting and wondering where it will touch me next.
Then I feel it, like a soft exhale trailing along my breasts and stomach.
My breath stops.
The air loves to play.
My body loves being played with.
Feeling it’s delight, I wonder for a moment,
Is the air touching me or am I touching it?
It’s all perception.
I lay there, time irrelevant,
marveling at how the air knows exactly how to touch me,
as long as I’m present to feel it.
Like any great tease, I don’t want it to end
but eventually my timer goes off.
I put my clothes back on and
go back inside to meet my next client.
Cheeks flushed, body soft, smiling.
I wonder if they’ll see on me,
the face of a woman who just made love.