The Cold Wind thunders from the north,
Gusts of longing and desire,
Spreading a frosty landscape,
He's feared and loathe,
A ****** with ice-piercing eyes,
A loner untouchable,
Yet he aches,
You see, He loves the warm breeze,
He's been chasing her forever.


Heat radiates from a high-rise apartment,
Red light searches the night,
A Beacon of lust,
A heart begging for mercy,
Cold rushes to the Heat.

Two lovers,
The wind watches through a pain of glass,
His lips cools the night,
Howling Chimes, pounding thunder
A jealous wind,
She whisper's "Last Time",
He lays the money on the table.

With a tear in her eye, she opens his confinement,
The chill soothes her skin, he shivers,
She steps onto the ledge,
The excited, crazed wind seizes the opportunity,
Reaches for her, caressing and kissing her aching neck,
pouting lips, and supple *******,
reciting poetry in her ear to her soul,
Passion abode, she lets go and falls,
Plunging into the dark,
Faster than her furious past,
The wind catches her, time freezes, as they float
Quiet
Intertwine forever.

He's jealous of death and will not give her to him,
Commanding a wind storm from her tortured life,
Destorying everthing in its path,
She's swept upwards to the heavenly stars,
Only to to be laid gently on a crisp bed of ****** snow,
Where he breathes life into her broken heart.

During the coldest of nights, he's there
Watching her, lovers come and they go,
But she always comes to him,
because she loves the "Cold Wind"
Firewalker.


























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