Demands

The cool breeze blows thoughts of you in my head

as I lay back on the bed. 

Gentle is it's caress. 

It almost feels like your hands. 

Reminding me of you and I on tropical lands. 

Reminding me of island nights

When you held me tight. 

The gentle breeze plays over my skin.

I close my eyes and let you in. 

No fighting it. 

Almost wanting it. 

I close my eyes and let you

Take me to deserted sands

Where I give,

again,

into your demands.