Passionate Lover of the Wind

Draped in second hand wool she ventures my way Curled hair collecting diamond cut snowflakes for display Our eyes synchronize as her smile takes my breath away My arms eagerly await angelic attribute as thought wonders astray We reminisce of lost time rekindling emotion Seductive eyes and memories creating an erotic potion A potion feared to taste, for it lacks an ingredient of devotion Yet passion makes a man move through the motion Lost in satin sheets we found glory Needless to say I awoke abandoned by the one who adores me She’s one with the wind