cool-limned breezes
dance
with fleeting shadows
twirl the skirts
of midday heat
lifting drape of limb-cling
flirt
in sidelong whiffs
between beating beams
tease
feathered tendrils
tickling denuded skin
river-chilled puffs
samba
stem to stern
lazy grazing
kissing promises
of sweet relief
Arisen from the Conflagraton 
Love
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Thanks you. The breeze made me write it
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Reblogged this on and commented:
Aurora has a special vision. She speaks the secret language Sam Lucero told us about.
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Wow! Thank you so much!
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You painted such a wonderful picture with the imagery of your words! Great piece!!
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Thank you! I really appreciate it
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This was really a fun read and had such great wordcraft! Bravo!
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Thank you! I did have fun with this one.
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Like a nude beach, with drinks and samba e amor
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The seduction of the air
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The sensuality of waves caressing skin, and perhaps a fire drying you off
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Or air drying while dancing in the warm air
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Or that. 🙂
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I really just come sometimes to read the banter. Lovely piece Aurora.
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Thank you. I am glad the banter is also enjoyable 😉
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