Wind's Whispers
Calling forth wild fey wind, he enters chamber door,
Enticing her to venture forth into the mist filled moor,
Wind caressing body, it softly calls her name;
Pulling her into the darkness away from hearths warm flame.
With cloak pinned ‘round her shoulders, she slips into the night,
Ancient magic guides her steps, down path of sweet moonlight,
Into grove he leads her, appraising sweet maiden’s form,
This night he’ll spend in passion and own her till the morn.
His voice is so familiar, she’s heard it in her dreams,
Felt eyes upon her body as she bathed in flowing stream,
Voice whispers in assurance, wind’s fingers tug her cloak,
Tendrils of power ripple forth, her passion he evokes.
Mist swirls into dragon form, fey chatter fills the air,
He shifts form while approaching, wind teases silver hair,
Fixing her with piercing gaze, his splendour makes her gasp,
Yet within his silver eyes she sees beneath the mask.
Laying her unto the ground with hand upon her cheek,
His power washes over her, deep kisses tasting sweet,
Succumbing to his power, he explores her through the night,
Once he’s passion’s sated, he’ll hold his maiden tight.
Waking every morning with his touch upon her skin,
Deep kisses she remembers, desire burns strong within,
Calling forth wild fey wind, he’ll enter chamber door,
And again she’ll venture forth, to her lover of the moor.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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