Sep 13 2011
Zephyr
Dance with me, my lover.
As a zephyr blows through the leaves of the trees on a spring day,
Let us frolick together, wind and leaf at play.
Blow over my face. Caress my backside.
Upon your waves, I do gently glide.
Your rhythmic movements cause me to flutter with delight.
And so, I long to release and take flight.
Carry me away, my lover, to a place I’ve never known,
To heights of estacy found in your arms alone.
:love: