You are the gentle summer breeze
That comes rustling through the trees
In the silence of the breathing night.
Your warm caress and whispering sigh
Haunting her dreams as dawn draws nigh,
Teasing her flesh and filling her heart with delight.

You are the early morning mists invading her room
Pervading her senses with the sweet perfume
Of honeysuckle and new mown hay,
Swirling and twirling around her bed
In an erotic dance that fills her head
With elusive shadows that will not stay.

You are the passion of the raging storm
Dark and brooding as you were born
While chasing black clouds in their flight.
The rolling thunder, the fiery tips
Of jagged lightening touching her lips
In a heated kiss that seals her plight.