A warm breeze blew across my face. I turned into it so I could feel and caress it. There was a sweetness to it that was soothingly familiar but the sensations were new. The currents wrapped around me pushing and pulling me at the same time. I leaned gently into it again and again each time the breeze got warmer. The excitement was almost unbelievable. The breeze increased and became hot,  and my mind exploded from the pleasure. Then as gently as it started the breeze went away. I could see the leaves in the trees still moving and I knew it would return soon. Ben, 2005
MAKING LOVE TO YOU
