I feel a cool pulse of breath on my neck as the breeze lifts my hair.
My body shivers and I feel a gentle hand squeezing my shoulder.
A soft kiss on my neck sends a warm sizzle down my body.
I look around and find no one close.
I turn back towards my future launching pad.
“Dear one, I am here for you,” the breeze whispers to me.
I have heard this voice before, welcoming me, searching for me, promising to find me.
This is an excerpt from Aerial Angel, Sacred Hot Quickies Volume Six.