the naughty breeze

Just a light and fresh breeze,
I pushed the curtains,
and he let himself get to the bed,
where the young woman slept,
naked,
like a January night,
with your skin on alert,
as waiting,
someone caress her
But it was the breeze,
the first to reach your body,
timidly got entangled in her hair,
and started traveling down his back,
with soft swirls,
he stopped between his legs,
until the desire awakens.
The young girl in her dreams,
he confused the breeze with a gentleman,
and his hands little by little,
they pressed the pillow hard,
and the toes of your feet,
they wanted to affirm themselves in something,
and his mouth trembled,
and his tongue searched,
and breathing shaking,
and from its bowels,
there was a contained explosion,
miracles that the night has,
when it leaves the breeze free