She loved the wind.
Wherever he went
She would follow him.
She could feel him
Nudging her from behind.
She reveled in
His subtle caress,
Was aroused
By his passionate outbursts.
Though she was still visible
She was slowly being absorbed
As he enveloped her
In his consuming embrace.
The thunder of his voice
Drowning out the reality
Of her own existence.
She bent like a reed,
Surrendering to his
Enticing charm,
And his unrelenting flow,
Until there was nothing left
But her love,
And the wind.
But she loved the wind
She loved the fire
She would turn her face
Into his warmth,
Feeling the glow
Of his touch on her flesh.
She gave him her will,
Laying out the jewels
Of her essence
Before him
On the coals of his heart,
An offering to their love.
Leaning into his embrace
She was consumed
By his smoldering passions.
She could not see
The ashes of her self
As he devoured her,
The light of her spirit
Growing smaller as he fed.
With bewildering innocence
She succumbed.
Nor could she turn away
From his mesmerizing gaze,
Or his lethal embrace,
As they became one,
Once she loved the fire.
She loved the man
Who was the wind,
And the fire.
She had seen him from afar
Marveling at his beauty,
Awed
By his inexorable freedom
As he would go
Where he would go
Brushing aside
Everything in his path
Ignoring obstacles
Like they weren’t there,
Leaving behind him
Nothing but ashes,
A past lost to all
That crossed his path.
She felt his love
Like a dreamer
She sleepwalked
Into his all consuming
existence,
Joyfully allowing herself
To be swept off her feet
Gladly trading her soul
For the fiery depths
And the relentless pull
Of this mortal
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Submission Name: She Loved the Wind
