Tempest
Like a great storm she makes her path,
flying ever higher; blowing wild and free.
The warm winds of her supple breath
caressed an old soul when inhaled by me.
Enthralled a heart; and made her mark;
strong heart being held in passion’s silk chains.
Spellbound is he whom she touches,
with sweet seductions of pleasures and pains.
She’s a lady of worldly ways,
a tender lover; wise beyond her years.
Though her confidence overflows,
deep down inside, she locks away dark fears.
As a hurricane, she’s a force,
yet in her heart burns gentle desires.
Her spirit may rage for hours,
drenching her lover with torrid fires.
She possesses many faces;
a tempestual lady with a tender soul.
Holds the power to break a heart,
with the beauty to touch…and make it whole.
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