Listening To the Wind...

Forever a Poet is listening to the wind, eerily calling to him, wanting and waiting for her to begin… Forever a Poet she beckons to him, gently sending songs to the mind… Teasing for a taste of his tantalizing wine… she writes her love in a rhyme. Licking his lips with her fingers tips while he whispers these sweet lines… Leaving beads of wet through intricate nets, hoping he can feel her again. Forever a Poet is listening and the juice from her pen is glistening Yearning for the touch of his hand, burning inside to understand why It’s Forever a Poet in her dreams at night Quiet and shy, just barely there, came a Poet Forever who wrote to dare And quietly sly with the utmost care, came Forever a Poet with a passionate stare. Listening to the Wind, eerily calling to him… Can you hear me tHere in forever, Poet? We began. ;)