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
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