Sultry Touch
With my eyes closed, I feel her touches, her caresses and her breath along my skin.
Outside, in the long grass, beneath the trees, I give myself to her alluring nature.
Even in the confines of my room, she creeps in under the blanket of night, through my window and into my arms, her elegant hair tickles my neck as she relaxes into my embrace.
Oh, how I love her, despite her temper.
I don't blame her for her lack of control, after all, I am no better.
It happens now and then, her touch becomes harsh and her yells of fury crack the skies and bring forth a force to be reckoned with.
When she cries, I cry too, revelling in her tears of misfortune as I dance in the garden.
Even her downfall is seductive, I still feel her touch and so long as I can, my heart belongs to her.
And only her, forever.
