When
the winds are breathing low,
And
the stars are shining brightly,
I feel you
on silent,
loney nights like these.
In the wanderings of spirit,
as you have come to me,
amoung the nights shadows,
I see you clearly.
The air is cool and cold,
Always as l feel you
at night just below the breeze.
I go faint from the silent stream
that is your touch in the dark on me.
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
you use you body in spirt
touching, kissing,and
loving your way around
in spirit on me.
You feel my thighs
working me till I am with you entwinded.
