The summer breeze flows over your skin, softly lifts your hair. Its warm caress is pure and clean. Alive, breathing, it is perfumed with sea, sand and love.
Walk a little while across the yielding sand, feel his hand in yours. Evening drifts in with the wind, enwrapping you in silky orange sunset.
Now pause, turn to face him. The wind teases your hair across your face. Brush it away, lift your eyes to his. Can you feel his arms tighten around your shoulders?
Brush your lips against his. Run your fingers through his hair. Caress him, enwrap him. Will you be his summer breeze?
