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| Wind by � LouReeves Across the prairie, A voice was heard, From the south, The voice of Love. Blades of grass moving...swirling, With the voice, calling: "Come to me...come to me." Invisible, gently, Caressing, dark skin. So soft...so delicate! Rising passion, "More...more," The voice did say. Between the earth, And sky above. It was Love...true Love! The feelings strong, Emotions high! Oh! Delight...what may, Ecstatic...revealing, Soothing...all! The wind, soft echoes now, Passing....and then...and then? A torrent...a blast. Wind shifting...from the north. Full force...a gale! Shouting words of need, Of desire...crying: "Come to me...come to me." With urgency, The voice of Love, Not cruelty, Just urgency. "Come...come...come!" Then, Love! |
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