A strong wind blows
Rustling through the trees
Blowing dew scented leaf onto my face
I wake up
Your heavenly image confronts me
So holy, I dare not touch
So hot, I may burn
I smile
Whisper something you didn’t hear
You draw your face closer to mine
Your fragrance makes me drunk
Seductively, you hold my hand and sway in front of me. What a sight
Like a fairy, you wave your magic wand at me. I love my plight
Drowning in your magic, I follow you. Useless is my might
A strong wind blows
Rustling through the living room
Blowing your flowery gown off you
I smile
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