The wind, a sly lover, lifting my silken dress,
I sway with abandon, revealing soft tenderness,
Wind, with lips so eager, tracing each subtle finesse,
With each rising current, my heated blush will express,
I surrender to breezes that stir my wild restlessness.

Her leaving, a bang of lightning striking a tree,
Exposing my raw soul for the world to see.
She was a burst of color in my monochrome world,
A single, vibrant flower, blooming while storms swirled.
My dam shatters; torrents of emotions drown me.

Naked, she stands,  
eyes fixed, lips raised toward sky—  
What if I’d taken the red-eye?  

Blood rushes, falls;  
knees meet ground, no bed at all.  

She glides,  a velvet chain,  
tongue where sweet honey rains.  

Her scent fills air’s swell—  
my soul under spell.