In my mind a thutter tore
With wind in hand she held galore
My tormented mind now questioning why
My rattled heart knows not I;
Pressing against my heavy thumping chest
The cool wind shattered any tangled thoughts that could ever exist
Dark and heavy she often swings
But cold and clear she makes her way in
Questioning how or why it is I;
The heavens brushing up against my naked thigh.
A gentle touch, she embraces my mind
A reckless craving that so passionately protrudes
Fiery adoration from her dark mysterious eyes…. She intrudes
Warm and soft her scent will linger
The trail from her lips left me craving for more;
This muse, this divine, she is all I adore.
As quick as she came is as quick as she left.
Wilted and mourning, my heart left undone
She is gone. No more will my passion be cured….
Her weightless wings and the breeze she brought with;
All have left… She disappeared into the mist
-Jane Fox ©
Jane Fox Art 