My heart flies on the wind
Wild and free
Blowing here and there
No place to be
It follows the rhythm of the breeze
Flittering like a honey bee
It looks for sweet nectar
It looks for Sweet love
It looks for the sugar
Craved as the tastiest of love
The honey is on my lips
The passion on my breath
The heat in your kiss
The nectar on your tongue
Lost on the wind
Blown only to you
Blow me wind blow
To the arms of my love
Where in his arms
I will crave the wind no more
Yeah there’s a lot of mush to be had today. Blame the source.
Always,
Lady X
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