A brief touch.
A lingering kiss.
Three whispered words.
My lover's lips brush my ear as she speaks.
"You're warm, Michiru."
I reach up and brush back her sandy blond hair.
I gaze deep into her perfect blue eyes.
In them, I find a love so pure,
That without a second thought,
It casts the views of society to the wind.
The very core of her being.
My lover, the wind.