The Winds Whisper

Contributor: Shawn Wunjo
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As the sun dips to the horizon, she hears his call on the wind, the breath of love tickling her ear, the memory of his arms warm about her shoulders. She closes her eyes, lingers in the memory of that moment, then decides, knows that there is only one decision.

Come to me. The winds whisper.

And she comes.

Like a specter caught with the edge of silver moonlight, she makes her way through the darkness to his house, the starlit field where he stands silent, the air cool, tense with the electricity of their contact. She seems him in the darkness, and then she is in his arms, memory blending into reality. With a kiss, he carries her inside, sets her gently on the bed, moves up beside her, kisses her ear.

Like water, she falls into the kiss, and then they are one.

Then, they are one.


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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned and highly offensive social commentaries.
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